Rohmer Shirt—Visage private sale but decided not to attend

but decided not to attend

A transparent fabric which had seemed before to make her thoughts opaque

Baby Caravaggio’s plumping cream

as a jumper over a dress

She would not write anymore today

Rohmer Shirt—Visage private sale but decided not to attendA split personality, like Janus cast in stone. Painted glaze bleeds and freezes on a ceramic platter. An artist who stole everything with his eyes and gave it all back with his hands. Dreaming from the perspective of objects. The eyes, in profile, watch their ribbon tied shoes dance on a checkerboard floor. Navy blue. Sandwiched inside the shade of a linen shirt, between fabric and skin, lies wet hair that held the marks of an oversized plastic comb.