It looks as it is going to move at any moment.
My emotion is so profound that it verges on piety. The gloomy religiousness of this church, its simple glass ceiling, its facade, everything talks to my soul.
Something there belongs to me.
I’m in love with a statue.
I am stuck by this overwhelming physical, muscular power. For some time I hadn’t felt a strong emotion.
What a fruition.
What are those eyes saying?
They are looking at me.
It is getting alive.
[…] A woozy gravity is visiting me.
It’s assaulting my eye and stimulates it with a devastating result. Violence!
I think I’m going to be sick because of this.
They are attacking me, hypnotizing my eyes.
It is extending into the space, onto my body. My body is vulnerable. I’m loosing control. My central-nervous system is numb.
It has to be removed, destroyed.