A group of artists on the perils of being seen.
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I think of this space of camouflage and opacity, she says.
I think of it as a space of respite.
Then were ushered downstairs for a meal, celebrating the artists with what else?
One of them photographs his slice and shakes his head at the pitch-dark image.
I cant even see it, he says.
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