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YOUR WORDS ARE THE POISON TO MY SOUL

Indian ink a la pagode and dip pen on a smooth cartridge, 130 gsm, acid-free paper

Part of a triptych

42 x 29,7 cm 

 

£115 or £330 as a triptych 

 

'To whom do those words belong? A word can be harmless or grip you into self-doubt. She wraps you in sweetness so that you don't feel the burning of the poisonous substance on your soul. Like acid. The breath of life is halted by the holes in your soul. Trapped. Suffocating. But they are just words around your soul.'

 

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