“They were hers, they came from her and from her alone, they were conceived where the hole in her life wasn’t quite so dark, but they were exclusively copies of paintings. And when she did dare to try and draw from life, the line was so hatched, so segmented and broken, that it was more like the memory of a thing than the thing itself, the fragmented recollection of something that had vanished.”
— May 20, 2025 12:44PM
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