«Lightness vs. the absurdity of the world right now. I can't take it anymore.

Exhausted by the grotesque actions and words of the ruling powers of the entire world, by the distressing conflicts that separate all beings, by the odious companies for whom the death of beings comes well after their profits, by this total disconnection of beings from Nature, by the unbearable emptiness of our actions that undermine us all, either because we do something and it hurts someone, or because we do nothing, so much does it seem insurmountable and we feel guilty.

So what is left?
My only answer at the moment, and it is a poor model: escape into creation.»

«We only create to heal from anxiety, to stop with our bare hands the marauders of the Apocalypse charging towards us. To stand up to the machine-gun fire of nothingness, to not lie down in weariness on the soft earth of conventions, we write, we compose, we paint.

The divine is the order given to the heart to beat and fight. We choose our death: it will not be the one that comes at the end, it will be the one that comes each time you pick out the right word, each time the whip on the skin of the canvas prints the lace that is needed, that was needed, exactly, the line, the slap that strikes nothingness, dissuades it from moving any closer, gives leave to the so persuasive temptation to surrender.»

— Christian Bobin in «Pierre,» 2019

Text & quotation written in 2020, on my instagram, at the beginning of covid craziness, when I drew this drawing.

Illustration for a personal postcard
Offset printing