I’ve Just Been Skullfucked
I’ve been writing and drawing all night. Before going to bed, I tought about checking some things online, see if there’s anything worth reading. I open my Bloglines feed, and I see today’s Journalista. One new entry. I start reading it, and Dirk orders me to go read this:
The title is promisory. “Abstraction” is a constant object of my studies. I download each page to the drive. Short thing. Sixteen pages.
I start to read it.
And I realize I’m sweating. Cold. I’ve just been kicked in the head. (Remember, it’s winter down here)
Do you know that feeling, that sensation that you just saw a piece of art that changed your life? That the thing you just saw represents on many levels one of your many artistic searches? One of the most importants?
I’m having that feeling now.
I should be sleeping, but instead I’m writing this as fast as I can, hurrying myself for having a registry of this.
Because, now, I’m not going to sleep. I’m going to read this a dozen times. And then I’m going to draw again.
Right now, I only know that I won’t be able to use the word “Abstraction” without feeling punched in the stomach.
I love how it feels.
–L–
