VANESSA F. FOGEL

I write. Delete. Re-write. Trash my computer. Frown. Write. Smile. Re-write. Delete. Re-edit. Uffff, I’m tired.
welcome to the world, baby!

welcome to the world, baby!

good night

good night

past

past

this never ceases to amaze me…

this never ceases to amaze me…

In reality, every reader, while he is reading, is the reader of his own self. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument, which he offers to the reader to permit him to discern what, without the book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself. The reader’s recognition in his own self of what the book says is the proof of its truth.

- Marcel Proust, Le temps retrouvé 

work. and coffee. and a bicycle on a cup.

work. and coffee. and a bicycle on a cup.

framed

framed