Silently,
Awaiting the break of dawn.
Looking into the looking glass,
Staring at the sparkling stars,
She sees herself.
The stars in her eyes are fading.
She dissolves into another world,
A world of loneliness.
She knows, today is a new day,
Different.
She is scared,
Yet she's bold.
She's sad.
But she goes on.
As the stars give off their final flicker,
She wears her lovely smile,
And fades into the day.
Yuko Mohri’s living installations play on Marcel Duchamp’s surrealism
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The artist’s seven new works on show at Milan’s Pirelli HangarBicocca
explore the real and imaginary connections that run through society
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