Angelina Gualdoni at Asya Geisberg Gallery
This is memory. Your memory. You remember events from your past, some of them you remember better, some worse. Some left only a scratching on the window. All your past gets pink rose treatment. You remember things better than they were then.
This is a personal tragedy that happened to you. Someone very important to you, that meant a world to you, has abandoned you. Or died. So what is left is carcass of a house you built together, burned to ashes. And this event is very bid for you. You can't move on with your life. You still feel the pain.
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