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The image of a woman, who is engrossed by the reflection of her own self…
These reflections look like fragile dreams, which aren’t thoughts though, and for which it is impossible to find words; these are only objects. The woman in these reflection-dreams loses her personality, takes it away like a mask, and gets embodied in her own body. The latter, stationed among other objects, turns them to images. It’s a coalescence of the woman’s image and the one of the object regiments dreams. Penetration into these margins, into this condition “in between”, is the most veracious state of mind. These are the impressions of the soul, embodied in a nude body and its details.
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