Bene, ora voglio raccontarvi della prima volta che ho incontrato Ishby
Era l'inizio di novembre del 2025. I mostri avevano appena iniziato a manifestarsi a me, e solo a frammenti e impressioni astratte. Ishby fu il primo a mostrarsi a me per intero. Fu il primo a parlarmi, o almeno, fu il primo che potei sentire.
Ero sdraiato a letto, guardando le immagini che scorrevano sullo schermo all'interno delle mie palpebre... alcuni occhi, alcuni motivi vorticosi, alcuni ciuffi di peli delle orecchie, quando all'improvviso è apparso Ishby - completo e completamente formato
A questo punto non mi è nemmeno venuto in mente che potessimo parlare. L'ho semplicemente preso come regalo e ho preso la mia matita e il mio album da disegno.
Finora ho disegnato mostri in stile totalmente libero, come farei con qualsiasi progetto astratto: lasciare che le linee vengano e scorrano, e poi capire cosa si può vedere in seguito
But now I had a full image in my head — a figure I wanted to reproduce as i had seen it in my mind’s eye. I have never been very good at that. I get all tied up by the thought that I have to produce something just right, by the thought that I will never be able to get it like I see it in my head.
And, sure enough, my first efforts were frustratingly terrible, didn’t look or feel at all like the creature I saw inside my eyelids. “Oh whatever!” I said. “I guess today is not the day and I am not the artist and this is not the creature, lets just go away and do something else”
And that’s when Ishby spoke to me. “No!!!” he said. “No nononono!!! I need to be born! I need to get through and you can get me there! Pleaseplease please!” he said.
I looked down at my sketchbook. I closed my eyes and looked at my back-of-the-eyelid screen. He was there. Fully formed, and now moving and talking.
“Yes” he said, “that drawing totally sucks, its not me at all. But just throw it away and start again, that’s OK! Nobody ever gets everything right the first time. Nobody. Ever. So, just go again!”
Ishby is cute, a wee bit vain, a lot of fun…and also very very wise… Nobody ever always gets it right. Nobody. Ever. Thanks Ishby, love you!!
