Tonight I met Marina Abramovic. I have never in my life felt so full and so empty at the same time. She accepted to look me in the eyes for about 30 seconds in the Guy Bärtschi Gallery in Geneva.
30 seconds … Not a long time you may say, but more than enough for me. She took my soul out, mashed it up and threw it right back in my face. Call this interpretation “cliché”, but her eyes were glowing so much that she captured my attention for those 30 seconds and kept it so preciously in her gaze that I totally lost myself.
This woman fascinates me in a way that I simply cannot explain and probably never will be able to. I left the gallery shaken by the whole thing but so happy to have been able to meet her. Now I truly believe that some people have the capacity of looking inside of you.