Apr 12, 2009

sunday surprise

Every time Emilia tries a self portrait, somebody else comes out of it. In the mirror, she follows her own nooks and lines, but no matter how carefully she works, in the end a stranger looks at her from the paper. Well, not really a stranger. This time it's a likeness of the lady who sells turf and garden earth outside the red mall. The one with the dirty nails.

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