On The Edge

A room. Empty and weightless like a blank sheet of paper. At the edge, a woman. Virginia Woolf. A writer, a lover, a seeker. Her heart, its rhythm. It's the place where her thoughts transform into images. Where they become history. Her heart is the world of figures she creates with the fragments of her existence. Of her experience.
They want to live, and she is destined to give them life. To give them a body.

She is two. She is also her.

“I am made and remade continuously.”

All texts are written by Virginia Woolf.