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Waiting
Ink on paper
30cm x 40cm
private collection
This series of work attempts to describe some intimate moments between the two regardless of time and space.
The drawings are inspired by Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments.
“I am waiting for an arrival, a return, a promised sign. This can be futile, or immensely pathetic: in Erwartung (waiting), a woman waits for her lover, at night, in the forest; I am waiting for no more than a telephone call, but the anxiety is the same. Everything is solemn: I have no sense of proportions.”
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