What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its makeup?
Or is it a face as painted by such and such a painter?
That which is in front? Behind? And the rest?
Doesn’t everyone look at himself in his own particular way?
Deformations simply do not exist.

—Picasso

Woman, late 20’s
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder with Developmental Delays and Psychosis




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