What happened with this collage? We were giddy in the studio that day. For some reason I decided to cover the whole piece with black acrylic paint -- then panicked, and ran for the sink to wash off as much as possible. Black anything is my go-to for when I don't know what to do -- acrylic paint, ink, whatever.
I certainly wasn't illustrating what's happening on this page. It is a lovely passage with Nicolai and Natasha comparing notes, memories of their childhood.
"Smiling with pleasure, they went through their memories, not sad, old people's memories, but poetic, youthful ones, those impressions from the very distant past where dream merges with reality, and they laughed softly, rejoicing at something.
Sonia, as always, lagged behind them, though they had memories in common.
Sonia did not remember much of what they remembered, and what she did remember did not evoke in her the poetic feeling they experienced. She only delighted in their joy, trying to imitate it."
Poor Sonia. -- Lola
from page 653-654 of original text
collage, acrylic paint
page 519-521 Pevear/Volokhonsky translation