“As it happens, I don’t see myself as a drawer that needs classifying. Things aren’t fixed and I’m not fixed. (…) I can’t see myself as someone completely achieved, done, dead. I’m seeing myself as someone who’s still moving, alive, with his contradictions.”
A friend asked me to illustrate some of Tolkien’s short stories. What I read was so beautiful that I spent more and more time on each of the 3 drawings I produced. Didn’t want to get out of his universe :) I don’t know how Tolkien mastered such craft: overwhelming his reader with emotions and poetry in stories that can be read in less than an hour and a half.
There’s something behind you.
What is it that’s holding you back and blindfolding you?
Is it this labyrinth of thoughts?
Is it this terrible mantra?
Is it your own self, pulling hard in another direction you won’t acknowledge?