The black cube

In 1992 a black cube appeared to me in my bedroom in the middle of the night. It told me I ruined Christmas. My first experience as Santa.

There is no picture here because The Black Cube does not physically exist. One can only experience its effects, like a black hole whose gravity is so strong nothing can evade it. Its force is all-consuming, like a flood and its opposite: a devouring pull.

Mathieu and I theorized that facing The Black Cube is like reaching into a bottomless pit, but only in the willingness to travel does one discover there's an end. After one touches the bottom, one doesn't forget. Like an unmasking, one brings the revelation back upon return. Imagine reaching into a black bag and pinching the bottom, pulling it toward the surface. The inverted section meets, or becomes part of, the environment. There's a merge.

Inversion exposes a limit that can not be forgotten.

​This is psychic motion. This is integration.