Despite its seemingly simple composition, it fascinates. The surreal aspect is striking: a naked woman sits at a table, a pile of crumpled papers in front of her. Behind her is a typewriter with a blank sheet of paper. The woman wears a white bathing cap whose wavy appliqués are reminiscent of the crumpled papers. What thoughts has she written down or discarded? Is it a settling of scores between people, an unfulfilled love, or even a farewell letter?
