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40x40cm
Mixed Media on stretched canvas
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves... Until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for Geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances. She sings. She entertains you. Whatever you want. The rest is shadows. The rest is secret. - Memoirs of a geisha
