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Dear. Kyeong-sook
Acrylic, pigment on muslin
118”*83”
2023
There were no corners or doors; the space was vast yet closed. A tiny night might peek through a wound no bigger than a fingernail.
“!”
Heard a whisper of something falling from the depths to the left. Perhaps a small leaf from my dream.
Time passed and the tree became the tree that had once been a tree, And in time she became the one that was once her.