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Experiment Number One


Patient put into room with activity box given LSD as a test is asked to draw whenever he feels he drew a man’s face each time. 20 minutes after first dose When he first took the drug traces of it were not seen. Waiting...waiting...waiting until a good time past. “Condition normal...no effect from drug yet” commented the patient 85 minutes after first dose; 20 minutes after second After the second dose the patient began to feel an effect from the drug. Slowly transformed his mind into something he lacked explanation. Words come out they scarcely meant a thing. “I can see you clearly... so clearly I’m having a little trouble controlling this pencil it wants to keep going” 2 hours 30 minutes after first dose LSD takes form in his hand “LSD experiences may wildly enhance artists creative potential” LSD is merely the vessel that moves creativity out of the brain to the canvas. “Everything is changing color. my hand must follow the bold sweep of the lines” 2 hours 32 Minutes after first dose The picture was far from a face then. The artist took notice of that he said “it’s not a very good drawing, is it? I give up... I’ll try again” 2 Hours and 35 minutes after first dose He discarded the other picture started fiercely on another the art was done quickly followed by laughing, startled by something. “[patients] may also become more fragmented, disorganized.” 2 hours and 45 minutes after first dose LSD was in full swing evidenced by patient who tried to climb in activity box “I am...everything is... changed.. they’re calling... your face... interwoven...who is …” 4 hours and 25 minutes after first dose LSD continued to control patient spent two hours, lying, waving hands, running back And forth Across the room” “[the art] reflect[s] psychopathological manifestations markedly similar to those observed in schizophrenia” 5 hours and 45 minutes after first dose Effects were wearing off slightly patient walked around in confusing circles drew again. “I can feel my knees again, I think it’s starting to wear off” 8 hours after first dose Sat in bunk said LSD left still saws faces. “I have nothing to say about this last drawing, it is bad and uninteresting. I want to go home now”
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