I cannot rest before I show my fresh finished work to the
public. The public here is an idea of
a gaze. My life between the two unknowns, the public and the source of
inspiration, is fuzzed with contamination. It makes me want to sneeze at more
concrete aspects of life. The public should
know that the expression want to sneeze
in Russian means to take no heed.
I cannot find words to talk about this painting. It's called Truce.
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