the first thing i feel is a reverse drip of chills up my arms. then, a rupture from my stomach, a sensation bursting from just above my navel through my diaphragm, filling my lungs with a cool warmth. i would then usually take a deep breath and the intensified pressure on my chest would press even harder, but in a calming way. deep surge of a smile-inducing giddyness would then follow as i exhale.
that is how i feel looking at a photograph of john pawson’s work.
