Description
Each person has a perfume of their own, the identity trace of their skin. Detecting this aroma implies approaching a distance of intimacy and sharing the air that the other person breathes. As Chantal Maillard said: ‘Am I the air that brushes my skin, the air I breathe, the one that I expel and that others aspire to my side? Where do I end and you start?’ The woodcut traces a rhythm of raised dots in the lower part, forming an embossed texture on the paper.
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