There is so much I love about this. I didn't paint over anything. I forget where the woman holding the picture of the handsome young man came from. She could be a sister or wife in Agentina searching, or mourning, or honoring. Or it could be Teran. I sometimes just look at her hand and the grace of her gesture.
Or the woman on the train at the bottom of collage, staring into space, looking also?
And who is looking back? Something or someone who is outside the frame of image but whose presence is very real?
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