THE PICTURAL STORY

by Pierre Wat

A story written by Pierre Wat in 12 chapters

Chapter V

I think that my stratagem has worked. I came back confidently this morning at the same place where I saw the fétichiste, well decided that that take them by hands — what a surprise when I saw that everything has changed. The objects were gone. Instead, I was shocked to find in the clearing two totems standing right in front of me. Well, I suppose that they totems: two vertical forms like sticks, roughly crafted with knives, with two faces. One looks like seated men. The other one looks like an animal: a kind of Wildebeest with a big round bump on the back. I, who had come all pumped up with courage, determined to take what I would find there, found myself like the other day: amazed, daring not to touch anything, only to look, without making any noise.

I stand there without moving for a while, just looking around. I could not tell why but I was feeling great. It is simply amazing to understand that we can see things better only by taking time. Then, silence. This terrible silence is calling my loneliness. This silence makes me scream so I can break my isolation. In that specific situation and for the first time, this silence was sweet and perfect.So, after a long time, I looked up at the white wall where I had made a charcoal trace during my last visit, to show that I had been there. And then, it is incredible, and everything had changed too!There is someone who is watching me, and who has finally decided to respond to my clumsy signs. Next, to the charred features that I had somehow inscribed in a crevice in the limestone wall, there was another black form:  a more elaborate one, a kind of braiding. And then, all around it, there were other forms, sometimes geometric, sometimes more organic, with beautiful bright colors, blue, red.

Yes, someone is talking to me. I think that person wants to have fun. I almost hear him say to me: "A few black lines is a good start, but have you seen all the things you can do with almost nothing? "I learned my lesson well. It can only be useful on my island:  well, on our island.

Earlier, I said, "Thank you." 

I didn't scream. You don't have to do it in such silence. I just whispered a little thank you. I'm sure someone heard me.

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