By Arturo Celine @ginnakane Illustration: Marco Pinto
M is a painter. Her work is based on non-Euclidean geometry. Her specialty is impossible figures. He also makes sculptures, like the Möbius strip, for example. His work could be called, in a way, rationalist but full of passion. M didn't know until she lost the ability to cry.
M hasn't cried in two years. M hasn't been angry for two years. Two years ago she left a psychiatric clinic due to intense panic attacks that left her paralyzed.
M can't understand what happened to him. His life has been normal; he has many friends, a loving family, a cat, and a faithful girlfriend. During his stay at the clinic, his companion was a small transistor radio. Sometimes I listened to AM radio stations. I especially enjoyed the mystical stations. whose programming was based on testimonies from listeners who had been freed from curses.
M also painted. Her work had taken on a disordered form, but now, amidst the solitude and silence, it became subtle and serene once more. Back to a basic palette. M had to create new methods for painting because his feelings were numb. He returned to the simplicity of line. Inspiration ceased to be a capricious muse and became a ritual.
I'm half the woman I used to be, I am halfway there, without memory, without passions. I only have my brushes, only basic forms. Phrases, mechanical melodies. Only the memory of what I can no longer feel. Another day without tears, another gray day.
Feeling uninspired think I'll start a fire
Everybody run Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kinda neat then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing guess I'll leave it up to me
Take time with a wounded hand 'cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand 'guess I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand 'cause it likes to heal,
I like to steal
(Creep – Stone temple pilots)