Questioning
She asks me if every intellectual is ever throwing up can't get rid of the other one, but in a different way the human race poor little new maiden is a strange type: traveling all over alone to see it for herself. That slim self with sights, visions! Everything passes her clear quiet eyes skirting the edge of obscene abysses without tearing her robe without knowing the injurious suspicions always passionless, stainless, fearless, charmless a little figure which, if you can get the right point of view, is rather striking
cardboard, copy paper, printed map graph paper, graph paper, tracing paper, hot glue, and gel medium, approx. 11" x 14" x 14", Nov. 2009
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