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| Late 1970s: The butterflies |
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| The butterflies come unexpectedly. Coloured
Indian inks, oil on canvas, oil on board, numerous butterflies
with smooth or crowded wings. Sometimes a lone butterfly occupies
all of the space without any other reference. The butterfly
fits into the landscape with never–ending nimbleness, then
it slowly identifies with the vulva and together they enrich
the splendid erotic pictures. |
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