You & Me

by Tal Bauer

my major flip-flopping between art, art history, and philosophy. I

Adrenaline and frustration gave way to exhaustion, which gave way to avoidance and retreat. We drifted.

I wasn’t an effusive man by nature. I had an artist’s distance from the world, observing rather than participating. Most of the time, it seemed like there was cling film between me and everyone else, or like I was shouting through water to try to communicate. I never knew what to say or what to do, so instead, I kept my mouth shut,

“You are the gradations of undiscovered colors in my soul. You are the inhale before my blank canvas, the moment before my pencil touches the page. You are the manifestation of my dreams. You are my intensity.”