It’s that I felt something inside. Like a tremor. No, not like a tremor. As if... You know Flatland, you read it too. Well, those triangles and those squares live in two dimensions, they don’t know what thickness is. Now imagine that one of us, who lives in three dimensions, were to touch them from above. They would feel something they’d never felt before, and they wouldn’t be able to say what it was. As if someone were to come here from the fourth dimension and touch us from the inside—say on the pylorus—gently. What does it feel like when someone tickles your pylorus? I would say... a mysterious flame. ” - Umberto Eco, The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana

Elise Wessels • Illustration • Ceramics