Split between what I want to do, what I am asked to do and what I am able to do
Knowing my limits how can I still go on.
Drawing, erasing.
Moving, forgetting.
Talking, bad accent.
Loving and questioning the set, the aesthetic, the fragmentation,
Looking for inspiration, lines, books, pictures, poeple
Piles of used and clean white paper
It’s not enough
Can I feel it like I used to?
Can I be emotional and dramatic?
It’s not always about what you feel, Aurora.
How you feel things it’s not always the best way forward is it?
Sometimes you have to stick to the script haven’t you?
What script?
I need more direction.
What do you want to say?
What language to use?
A manifesto, a list, a dance.
More and no more
45 minutes
We will see later.
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