Is my face a mirror of my soul? I can see my hands, my legs, but I can not see my own face. So how can I understand what happens in me? I can take a looking-glass and see a tired man in it. And that is all. No information, only a touch of glance to the surface. I take a sheet of paper and a pencil, and every thing from inside of me begins to reflect on the smooth surface of the paper. /S.Hrapov/
2003 - exlibris / 87-90 /
(87) James P.Keenan "No exit" C3\C5\C7 9,5X15,2
(88) Floor Oosterhoff (Frans van der Veen) "Fine country" 10,1X14,8
