Trauma
flowers
spoke
swallowed
her soul
painted
polka dots
led to self
obliteration~
a path
to the
womb
of infinity.
“One day, after gazing at a pattern of red flowers on the tablecloth, I looked up to see that the ceiling, the windows, and the columns seemed to be plastered with the same red floral pattern. I saw the entire room, my entire body, and the entire universe covered with red flowers, and in that instant my soul was obliterated and I was restored, returned to infinity, to eternal time and absolute space. This was not an illusion but reality itself. I was shocked to see to the depths of my soul."
~ Yayoi Kusama (born 1929), Infinity Net: The Autobiography of Yayoi Kusama, London 2011.
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