I just stood there looking at the beast. In the middle of the night. At the crossroads.
No point in screaming. Nobody was around. No point in running. It was an open field at the city border.
One minute ago I was returning home feeling absolutely down. Nothing was working out for a long time. I walked slowly along the wet summer road. That night was especially dark.
Just when I thought about focusing on my creative work instead of day stuff, I raised my eyes and saw the beast. Ten steps away there was a huge wild boar.
Time slowed down. It felt like a stage with all those street lights above us. Alone with the beast.
But it just stood there looking elsewhere. Chilling while I’m questioning my future existence. It lazily moved away from me to the side of the road.
I pointed at the boar with my finger hoping that somebody would witness this. I tried to use my phone, but the boar already disappeared in the darkness.
I went home and sat on the bed. I thought about crossroads and Robert Johnson, burning bush and other surreal stuff. The boar appeared at the right time and the right place for me. Even if you don’t believe in signs, you should agree, it’s a damn groovy one.
It was the right kick. I focused on my creative work. All those years of self-studying the art of filmmaking didn’t go to waste. First, it was a book illustration gig. Later came some concert posters, album art gigs, animated and live-action music videos.
The boar appeared on the night of 2 to 3 August 2016 between 2 am and 3 am. I knew “It’s a long way to the top (if you wanna Rock ‘n’ Roll)”
Full speed ahead!