Ten million graphite soldiers line up on the page. Grey scaffolding is erected across empty space. The clutch pencil traces a tightrope, meticulous and measured, and the tamed imagination balances on the line.
And for her next act, the artist steps out of the arena and watches Chance breathe yellow pools and black puddles onto the page. The grey soldiers are washed over by a flood of bitter yellow and dark spots float through the scene. This is Vertigo.
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