Cerebellum

 

I have butterflies in my head, at least my CT scan corroborated these let’s say the poetic statement of my lack of concentration. But the fact that my brain tries to make sense of what surrounds me, through connections of what I know or have experienced before its by itself remarkable enough.There is so much information on how the brain works that its just painful, and then my brain starts thinking about it thinking and thousands of electricity flickers through my brain and everything is this constant loop of understanding all the physical, biological and chemical ways the brain works. How can neurologist sleep? I would be in this looping state forever.  The name of the Santiago Ramón y Cajal exhibition at the Grey gallery it’s more than accurate. The brain is indeed beautiful.

I went again to this exhibition, took more time to see his charcoal trace, his handwriting, the mistakes, the side notes and its fair to say it had an impact on me. I wanna get myself a microscope, play with a silver tint, put myself for a moment in his path but from an illustrator point of view, instead of that of an anatomist. What if it’s not only brain tissue but it’s about mapping biological wonder our entire body, to create a complex/beautiful map of as many tissue samples from different parts of the body. Maybe I should try it…Don’t you think Cajal’s work is similar in sentiment from that of Ernst Haeckel?

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