She loves and is good at art; she is an excellent young artist; she, like all young and beautiful girls, has a boy who loves her but can't control her; she also has all the problems of ordinary artists- ---- Paranoid, too sensual, addicted to fantasy without understanding reality, maybe related to her childhood experience, bereavement, loneliness, sensitivity....
She tells the caregiver about her childhood experience: staying alone in a small studio Her father did not allow her to keep a cat (mother does not exist), because she was afraid that the cat’s hair would stick to the painting, so she had to make a collage of Mr. Cat to accompany her little loneliness—"In the eyes of others, it is just a collage. But for me it is Mr. Cat.” After
growing up, the neighbor's uncle who exuded mature charm became her Mr. Cat. She devoted herself to all the artist-like youth madness. Eventually it leads to a tragedy. This tragedy is a tragedy of all beings, a tragedy of you and me---a fateful tragedy.
The French are good at making such beautiful and sad films-there is no ending, right and wrong are indistinguishable, pure and extreme, such as "Rodin's Lover", "Aldé Hugo", "New Bridge Lovers", "37 Degrees 2", It’s the same as the painting’s desperate situation. Life has
never been perfect since ancient times... People have all kinds of flaws. The world is never perfect. Some people can only be children forever, but they are physical geniuses. Some people have achieved great achievements in art but always Unable to live in the real world, when she smiled and carried the suitcase, she left the youth mental hospital that had imprisoned her, leaving only a collage like a wall made of a beloved person with pills, reality and illusion, Who can tell it clearly?
This is a world where there is no right or wrong, and some are just fleeting.
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