“The following day, she was found dead on the roof of the delicatessen, 33 floors below an open window of their apartment, her body having hit the surface so hard that her head left an imprint. Even her death echoed her art.”
Faith of a woman, destiny of hers is to be immortalized as beautiful statuette, a silhouette with dimension of mystery, timelessness, body, hair and skin. Placed not taking place nor position other than what is given to her only in terms of her outer qualities and where she comes from. Who is she and will she know herself? It can be tragic to be a woman especially if one is alone. It is a game we must play.