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“I took the pill of estradiol. My feet hurt.”
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“My friend gave me the packet of letters to keep, and I knew that one day I would try to make something out of it.”
“Until now, I’d hardly believed that they could think, let alone create and then conceal elaborate lies about my life and my character.”
“It seems certain to me that, on the same walk, two beings, unless they resemble each other in some strange sense, could not possibly pick up the same stones.”
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.
“His view of it all like a waltzing boat / found it well, whatever the sounding: / he rode it out on top.”
“I feel so very grand / at this solemn / and futile hour”