​EMICRANIA, 2003

Oil on acetate paper, 13 x 9 cm

Texts: Lorenza Biasi

Here it comes ...

... gliding over ...

... fling over ...

... it’s landed.

As thuds echoing the noise of emptiness.

I’m searching for ...

... for sheltering

... for comfort.

Filling up emptiness.

Searching for my swallowed self.

 ( ... )

A taste of nothing.

A warm taste of nothing.

It’s leaving me

... awaiting.