books that you should never disclose to your therapist…
Posted in Art, Artist Books / Monographs, Uncategorized on October 3rd, 2026 by N LWords by Nancy Li
1. The Daughter of the Easter Egg by Zora Mann
A sexy and sexless read. Conveniently designed for bratty souls counting french fries for living and authentic baby girls who finally made it to Japan and squirted. It is all quite fanatic until you develop a secret lunacy around the god’s stye. Fashion! Friends! It hurts faster than it ever heals. Cultivate a thicker skin while trying to destroy the fat underneath. Change the name so the glam falls off her skin then she can finally live off the scars well curated by the industry. Exhibit A: – there is something of a more severe significance on earth today than holding a broken conversation with Karl and his diet…
2. Jean-Michel Wicker – e industrial
Through the egg yolk yellow pages and the blankness left intentionally for mind-fucking or else, I produced more thoughts than usual, about repetition and art, about heroine and micky mouse, about Berlin underground and anti-social talkativeness. The root has been set and branches of queer thinking will grow. Now time to eat an egg and ghost some notes about “e”s and industrial desire.
3. Pencil Cotton Dust by Letizia Werth
Distorted women, featureless figures, invisible shadow – to call it a Hitchcock film on canvas is no exaggeration, pickled with typical suspense and sponsored by countless atypical minds. Pencils collect dust on purpose so that a rose is a rose is a rose can emerge and be swept away. A drawing book rarely touches me but this one, exceptionally disturbing and fatally poetic, has taken me on a tour to the psychiatric clinic Hopital de Salpetriere in the nineteen somethings by non-demand, so I meet horror trapped in “female body”.
4. Mr. Peanut Drawings by Vincent Trasov
Peanut as prey, peanut as poet, peanut as politician, peanut as pope, peanut as Picasso, peanut as playboy, peanut as press… After all, maybe a perfect candidate for mayor! In the campaign, P.E.A.N.U.T stands for Performance, Elegance, Art, Nonsense, Uniqueness and Talent – all is rising with intensity and scale, yet the intention of which is questionably lacking.
Swimming through the nutty drawings of Vincent Trasov, the reality is loose at hand; while the better, healthier illusion slowly takes over our personal and collective myth. Enjoy a peanut and scan this , the urgent need of intensive care a peanut, another moral being.
Available at Motto Berlin and online
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