Because of you, I will never experience first love again. And it's a good thing, because to this day I wasn't ready for it. I remember how our navels touched with their emptiness. I felt the air in you, and I realised there was no way to be closer to someone. For a moment our skins welded together with sweat. Filling out like two balloons. I still remember your last shy look and your failed effort to smile. That face of yours shattered my self-confidence. I realised that I had no idea how to say goodbye, so I ran out to the kitchen. I didn't know how to be in your presence when I realized I was no longer with you. There is no negotiating with the sadness of loss. I learned that it worked out well for you. I rejoiced but I grieved at the same time and for the same reason: you were fine without me. By a hair's breadth, I would have stayed with you forever.
Exibition Rodriguez Gallery, Poznań, 2022
A brass cast, created by compounding hundreds of microscope images of my hair and my past love.
The text was cobbled together from quartz dust that weights as much as an adult’s heart.
By illuminating the glass pane you will see the final words in their full appeal. Light them up at night when you are nearby.