Perhaps you stared into a river. There was somebody near you, who loved you. They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened. Then it happened.
That is my name.
Robert Gie, “Untitled” (circa 1916), pencil and India ink on tracing paper, 19.29 x 26.38 inches (photo by Arnaud Conne, Atelier de Numérisation, Ville de Lausanne, courtesy of Collection de l’Art Brut)
