A play was scheduled to open in 1958.But the curtain never rose…The writer vanished.Only the title remained — Whispers from Number 9. AUTHOR’ LEFT A NOTE:“I wanted to write something not loud, but true — a silence you could feel between two people in armchairs. The war is over, but we are still rehearsing our […]
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This morning I rode my bike through the rain to see new art. I was wearing an old anorak. As I warmed up in the entrance hall, a force field of sweet berries and marshmallow grew around me. It would have been one thing if I were a young girl, but as a full grown […]
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As I get older my work feels more abstract, less narrative based and detached from daily life. And I wondered where the story is. I look into my pictures. I can’t find it. So I look into my past. As I grew up in a Valley, my childhood was around trees because the country was […]
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