(Open RP. I'm the girl) They put my hand in the scanner. The scanner chose what your fate was. I pull my hand out when it's finished. It said slave. "No. This can't be right!" I say nervously as the guard grab any shoulder. "It is what it is." He says and lead me to another room. "You will stay here until you are sold" he says and the door closes. Months later the door opens. A boy about my age stands there. "Hello" he says. It was obvious he had bought me.
Gerhard Richter ’22.1.2000′ (Firenze) “By placing paint on photographs, with all their random and involuntary expressiveness, Gerhard Richter reinforces the unique aspect of each of these mediums and opens a field of tension rich in paradoxes, as old as the couple – painting / photography – which has largely defined modern art.”