Sophie Calle, Contacts Vol.2
Allegory of the Four Elements
oil on canvas
Leave well enough alone, you fool.
What is the point of ruining something that is already pure and good?
What is beauty anyways?
Is it the fact that you can’t be yourself in a crowded room, or the way you conform to how life moves in such slow motion, with such dullness in its grey areas..
Or can beauty just be the simple things?