pages_130 and 131

images #130/131 from the book; suddenly, zap, from the plastic bottles we are inserted in a painting of a crowd within a city; red is blood, life, chaos, infinity; as the agitator of those images, my utmost responsibility is to 'read' content and 'liberate' it from the original envelope into an 'alive' one; in old times, to paint this 'vision' one would have slaved into the oil tubes for months and then, so what; the essential is always the content, never the technique.