Femme au coquillage (1940) by Leonor Fini
It’s time to make nothing out of something. Turn your back on clocks, feeds, timelines, grids, threads, strands, vines, shells, sands, dust. Even the professionally detached can’t hide their panic now. Power down your illusions, imaginary escapes, grandiose visions, hallucinated connections. Scrape this flaking p…