Does a woman more then even now wants to live in a fantasy of memory visualized well in theatricality, artificiality. The artist creates a reality with an invitation of participation by the accidental actors. In that I see how she turned a
voyeur, watching the passing by opportunities to find her hero she might no longer desire to create. She stays as a remote observer possessed with a vision of her own world where the hero is most likely her alter ego -- the actress who probably will play a role of an absent femininity, as it is no longer asked of her, now new man in a making, taking the lead role.
