They never spoke of it. Not that day, not the years that followed.
A silent agreement passing between them. A pact? A memory? A thing too fragile to name?
If anyone had passed by, they might have thought them simply three girls lingering in the rays of an early spring sunshine. Yet in the space between them, something unspoken pulsed, quiet and certain.
My practice mediates between photography and painting. Female narratives develop while the time is being recycled over.
Watercolour, watercolour pencil
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They never spoke of it. Not that day, not the years that followed.
A silent agreement passing between them. A pact? A memory? A thing too fragile to name?
If anyone had passed by, they might have thought them simply three girls lingering in the rays of an early spring sunshine. Yet in the space between them, something unspoken pulsed, quiet and certain.
My practice mediates between photography and painting. Female narratives develop while the time is being recycled over.
Watercolour, watercolour pencil
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