Still Life with Tornado

"I am a person. I am sixteen years old." But in reality, Sarah is multiple people. And only one of them is sixteen. Her parents are sure: Sarah is a talented artist with a bright future. However, now she cannot even draw her own hand. And here we have ten-year-old Sarah — rude, sunburned, with clear memories of a family trip to Mexico that shattered her family. The truth is, she is nothing compared to thirty-three-year-old Sarah: stylish hair and a terrible personality. And, of course, there is forty-year-old Sarah — the one who makes great cheese sauce, doesn't wear a bra, and demands that sixteen-year-old Sarah tell the truth about her art teacher. They all wander around Philadelphia with a homeless artist, who is presumably named Earl, and are all concerned about Sarah’s future. But the problem is not about the future; it’s about the present.