CLAUDINE HELLMUTH MIGHT BE an only child, but she knows a thing or two about a woman’s innate connection to sisterhood. Her artwork—a mix of photos, paint, fabric and ink—transplants familiar faces to whimsical worlds, reminiscent of storybook illustrations or even retro advertisements: a woman’s grayscale profile gives way to a drawn-on yellow floral dress and little yellow high heels perched delicately on the floor of a red Vespa, her red scarf flapping in the wind behind her; two women with comforting family resemblance—it’s in their eyes, or maybe their smiles—stand close, so close their A-line floral skirts overlap, clasping one another’s hands before a backdrop of fluffy clouds and rolling hills. [click to continue…]
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