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“Until now, I’d hardly believed that they could think, let alone create and then conceal elaborate lies about my life and my character.”
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"We aligned the crabs one by one along a ruler before tagging them, measuring the length of their murky, gray shells. The drill crushed through the exoskeleton with ease."
“I took the pill of estradiol. My feet hurt.”
"Suddenly I thought I should probably ride a bull. Or, more accurately, I suddenly found that I was going to ride a bull."
“There was a bush that emitted a strong smell almost exactly like that of semen. Some men and women noticed it as they passed by. It was rather shocking, in a vicar’s garden.”
Working in layers, Teoldi pasted dyed linen and cotton on canvas, adding texture with oil paint, charcoal, ink, soft pastels, color graphite, and acrylic gouache.
The images in Auras were taken between 2003 and 2004 at a downtown Oakland psychic shop.