Artist unknown, and piece found in - of all places - the spa:
An impressive and bold choice, I think. A external representation of what goes through someone's head while receiving a facial. Something fragmented, happening in a faraway place, riddled with textures of trees, sand, and stone, while something winged passes by. And holes, both deep and shallow holes of thought and memory coming and going.
No kidding.
- F
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Friday, July 21, 2017
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