E. me invitaba a exponer,
he painted a shoe made from the broken frame that hurt my bare feet when a piece of glass fell in to my flesh like a sharp knife....
working with him gave humor to my work
a shoe like a Claes Oldenburg sculpture...
then I am with T. How can I tell him that they didn't accept me?
I am beautiful and hot and sweating but at least uncovering me a bit my arms and legs with a dress and shoes that look like a Louise Bourgeois object.
There is more and more refugees arriving and now there is a bigger job to do.