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“Inextricably intertwined, indirectly inflicted.”

It is late at night, and there are two cars at the T-junction outside my window. Neither is moving; temporarily, orange blinking lights alternate. Are they talking to each other?

The search for a sense of ‘belonging’ forms a pillar in my art practice and my being, seeking recognition and familiarity, recreating places I have been to, faces I have seen.
Learning and unlearning, reading between the lines, this past, this name, this being.
Who do you see when you look in the mirror?