West=Frontt des Zehntheiligen Skt. Adolf=Kathedral=Schiffes in, Skt. Adolf=Heim 1916

Adolf Wölfli made this drawing with colored pencil, and it's a trip. Just look at the patterns and the architecture morphing into faces. I think Wölfli might have been onto something about how we see and experience the world. You know, how our minds piece things together, always finding shapes and meanings. It must have been an obsession, the kind that takes over and spills onto the page. I can almost feel the scratching of the pencil, like a constant hum of thought turning into lines and colors. Look at the way the marks build up, layer upon layer, creating depth and texture. It's like he's building a world, one tiny mark at a time. He is so deep in it. I imagine him there in his room, lost in the act of creating. There is a rhythm to the marks, each one building on the last. It's like he's in conversation with himself, working out the mysteries of his own mind. The conversation between artists goes way back, each one riffing off the last, trying to make sense of it all.