Within the history that remains undocumented, there was a hierarchy that promoted rights by proclaiming their power to incarcerate freedom. Papers laden with calligraphy disappeared - to diminish the identity of the anonymous artist. In the following months, the artist traipsed through stale corridors, searching for her shadow. By the time the remaining months became a relic of the past, her captors had eliminated her name from the registry that documented prestige. A perfunctory letter deemed her a deserter, composed to promote the remnants of her name as unworthy of pronunciation.
In the silent battle waged between conspiracy and the anonymous artist, the latter claimed a victory that sustained itself by the inspiration of memory and the manifestation of language.