ED. 2013. acrylic/mylar 34x48
She could have sat there without saying a word for two hours, or for as long as I had asked her. It almost made me uncomfortable, so I said, "I heard you like reading." "I do..." "What kind of books do you like?" "Sad books." "You like to read sad books?" "Yes." "What do you like about sad books?" "I like to think about sadness of life..." She was fifteen years old.
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