Perdita: a lost story

Meet Perdita

Look: the trees exist; the houses
we dwell in stand there stalwartly.
Only we
pass by it all, like a rush of air.
And everything conspires to keep quiet
about us,
half out of shame perhaps, half out of
some secret hope.
— Ranier Maria Rilke

"The first time I met Perdita was during a conversation with a good friend. She was very vulnerable as she spoke to me of her childhood and adulthood, and how the two overlapped. Her words were vivid and the picture she painted for me was so clear that Perdita was born in the few minutes we spoke together. When the time came to paint Perdita, I made sure to pick a large canvas. I wanted her to be big. Larger than life big. Definitely larger than herself."


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