Excited.
Fulfilled with excitement I rushed to the library. I entered the room for the third time.
Now.
Finally.
The forbidden part unlocked. Like a child in a candy shop. Delightedly seduced by all the delicacies.
All of a sudden the assignment slipped away.
One book after the other blew air into my face, while the images caressed my eyes.
At once.
The notion.
A mission.
To find an escape from reality, but was I not absent for a while. Withdrawn from my boundless fantasies, disappeared into the space between time and space.
Entwined in thoughts, the book in my hand scattered the light.
Déjà vu.
This time the reality was soft and friendly. The green glittering smiling at me.
Still one goal to achieve.
What does all this candy have to do with the other books.
What is art in comparison to design. With these questions in mind my fingers danced on the covers of the books.
Gently.
Still following shape of the books.
Faster and faster.
Until the dark force was clearly sensible. Everything was dragged inside.
The book still resting in the palm of my hand.
Even questions were redeemed to exist.
The answer appeared.
Art is like the cover of the black book, endless and deep. With an absorbing force, whereby it is expanding.
Is design among one of them.
Not recognizable as such, is that clear.
Boek nummer: 705,9 -Li- 1 en -toe- 1