when chief dragged me one sunday into the apple store (as in gadgets), i would stop a few times midway to have myself distracted by other things that could possibly inspire and/or motivate me. so i lagged behind to read book titles and synopses, spent a few moments to browse through clothesracks, rubbing my thumb and forefinger against the grains of fabrics to give me some sense of expertise. i took the most time finishing a book whose art vastly exceeded its story. i was just too demotivated to even analyze what the whole point of the story was.
so i finally stepped into the apple store. i am in no way particularly attracted to gadgets, old fashioned that i am, so i just hovered around chief and the salesdude, not even vainly trying to understand the tech jargon which will forever elude me. but i was happy to just be around unfamiliar territory, so my interest in being there was genuine, though not addressed straight at the things that most people go in there for.
and there i saw it. among the accessories, the skins, or whatever it is they call these adhesive images. recessed behind graphic renditions of emotions and popular notions. work that captures precisely the predominant feeling of one significant aspect of my life. it quite literally took my breath away. and i found myself just standing there like an idiot, looking up at it like a holy man.
this is the exchange by brian despain
it has been so long since i have become so enamored by a piece of creativity. i was washed by the same force of realization as i was having read jeanette winterson’s the passion. only this time, it took only a split second for me to find the feeling.
