I don’t want to be studied; I want to be loved. In this
little world of ours the ways a person can be perceived publically are limited
to social, political or economic issues, to mass entertainments, and to the
subjects of scientific studies. The golden age of audiences gathering in candle
light to appreciate artists by opening personally to their art for the sole
purpose of reflection has gone. As an artist who left behind her cradle culture,
I am not an issue. I am just a lonely soul, whose inner echoes deafen the noises
of the streets, but whose voice is swollen by them. Everyone who can connect and reflect, I echo
you, too. I love you in the solitude of my Cave studio, working on my images. I feel
that there is a reciprocal love. It must be. Otherwise, what do I feel?
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