Anje froze time. In a pile of her work. It was sitting right next to me, in her atelier. In 60 cm distance from the cup of streaming Earl Grey. With milk, of course (living in the UK in the past did things to me..).
So what's on the papers? What did she work on? Why are these prints on the pile? Are they work in progress (like us), are they finished, waiting to be shown, to be framed?
Would she dare sharing them? Why? Or why not.
A pile of secrets. But it may not take a magic wand to unlock them.
What are you thinking?
Text by Andrea Handl
Photograph by Andrea Handl
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