I have the hardest time going to sleep after looking at Asger Carlsen’s work. It makes me cringe like that Rubber Johnny DVD/book thing I’m trying to hide from my kids. It makes me touch myself (my knees, my wrists, my neck), just to check if I’m still alright, physically. It makes it impossible for me to think of another “Hester”. It makes me want to have a few extra lagers at Dittrich & Schlechtriem this Thursday. And it makes me want to shake this hand right here, the one you can see towards the back of the neck.
