In the ‘yellow room’ the previous resident created an installation in honour of ‘Yellow Wallpaper’ by Charlotte Gilman, which I haven’t read. In the room leaning up against the wall there were two piles of records. They were all related to love and primarily from a female viewpoint. A love of angst, desire and adoration from a distance. I found them extremely repulsive and aesthetically challenging. Why should I/we find them so gross?
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