Where would I hide in a great fire?
I thought as I walked into the gallery and looked at the large painting that served almost as a frontier…
Should I walk in? Is it safe?
With this internal dialogue, the strongly colored walls of the gallery made me feel I was entering another world, almost like a hideout. It felt like I was entering a rabbit hole surrounded by serious-looking faces.
Were we all hiding or sinking in a swamp?
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Fotos de Manuel Rosário