Skt. Adolf=Riesen=Eßkurial, Reykiawik, bei Marbach,=Wiggen; Kt. Luzern 1916

This drawing, made with colored pencil on paper by Adolf Wölfli, spins with obsessive energy. It is densely packed with geometric forms, patterns and idiosyncratic writing. I imagine Wölfli, compelled by an inner vision, meticulously layering each mark, each word, as if trying to capture a world that only he could see. The symmetry and repetition, coupled with these bizarre, cartoonish faces, create a hypnotic effect. It reminds me of the visionary intensity of someone like Hilma af Klint, but with a darker, more frantic edge. Look closely at the bands of text that circle the central form. It’s like Wölfli is trying to anchor the image, to give it a kind of concrete meaning, but the language itself feels untethered, almost delirious. It suggests a mind overflowing, a need to order the chaos, even if the order only makes sense to him. It’s a fascinating glimpse into a singular consciousness, an embodied expression in its own right. It feels raw, unfiltered, and deeply, profoundly human.