Stuck in a dark room.
With a painful cry;
No echo
A beating heart-
Muted.
In a silent hole,
An anguished being.
Dies.
The consequences of a wavering mind.
Happiness fluxes
As a wisp of thin air,
And waving hands eagerly try;
Yet there's nothing.
Perpetually bleached.
Bare.
Amelia Cross blends tailoring and painting, with unique and uncanny results
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The artist’s superbly observed works draw from the worlds of fashion and
art; ‘I like the idea of the double take,’ she says as a new exhibition
opens at L...
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