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A few weeks later, Tigra emailed a packet of images she’d recompiled from the drive and several new ones—slides of hands: Safo’s palm plastered to a wall when she surprised Tigra with concert tickets; Tigra’s fingers pinching the edge of a postcard. In the evenings Marta worked through them, drawing until the charcoal stung her fingertips. The two women began to appear in her work as more than subjects; they became a study of attention, a series of gestures that translated into rhythm on the page.