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Grey dust is covering the trees. It makes them sparkle like silver leaves in the wind. The sky is hanging on large billboards.
He hears the rain drumming on the window and looks at the shadow falling from the lit-up rose. She takes his hand. Place your fingers on the black mirror. Close your eyes. Try to relax. He paints a landscape. The thick ink touches the paper, and the water runs in circles through the mountains. Each night he paints the same motif again and again.
For an interview with the artist about her residency, please click here.