ARTWORK BY 月穂
I saw it…the place in which I was born. Without form, without color, without smell, without a name, it is living somewhere inside me, like a stain that cannot be removed….I know it…it is the place I was created.
A continuation of this?
Richard Wilson - A View of the Tiber with Rome in the Distance (detail).
Her past has been eradicated. All of her personal records have been erased.