n my dreams I see people long gone. Why are they coming back? I fight with Atfar because of his and my terrible bad temper, a fierceness we haven’t seen in ourselves, at least not to that extreme. I love people I hate. I hate people I love. All defies me. All wants me back.
t happened to me twice, so weird… From which realities was I waking? Opening my eyes and not knowing who you were. Passing the first minute of the day with emotions that didn’t match my reality (of solitude, of abandonment). The feeling of having dropped from nothingness to that moment.
Some time ago, I posted this picture in the spanish version of this blog. I translated for you the comments left at the time, they’re priceless.
Dessjuest: Very curious, with just a brief glimpse, two interpretations came to mind, one, a road, with the sun setting, the other, irreproducible for being so filthy, but the two came to me together.
pgatina: (ajhajhajh, to Dessjuest’s comment!!)
I loved the drawing, it has something from oriental calligraphy … and much calm.
Borgeano: The road is inevitable. Also Dessjuest. The title brings the ambiguity necessary to add richness to the drawing.
Dessjuest: I don’t believe it, really, nobody sees that angel is leaving turds on the road????
want to lessen the dispersion, to go aloft. Where I reside, entire, altogether. I’m tired of attacking myself, of resisting myself, of hating myself. In my dreams (what are they?) I see myself playing every position, why is that so hard to see when I’m “awake”?
he mob retreats at last, they are dressed funny so I laugh in my mind opening an enormous mouth which fills the entire room and eats everyone. Afterwards, the lights softens… some, the ones that make the environment sad; the others, the colored ones, come to life following the beat of the music. Ah… the music. I feel it in my body.
It is difficult to focus at first, for any song plays (or parts of songs rather); I hear them as the memories of my recent life pop in my head. In the end, I manage to choose one.
I don’t know why I got to draw a donkey, subconscious stuff I guess. I made several illustrations in this style, kind of fauve; they got out fast, as if from really deep inside of me.
e answered her: “I don’t need to do that, to manipulate the physical, to demonstrate my power in the material. Because I work from behind the dream, creating beforehand, no fuss. Why forcing things and breaking accepted laws, making myself evident, when going back in time and planting a new seed suffices.”