How do we feel when we’re without the one most important to us? Be they away from home, or home but distant? When our affection is unheard, ignored or rejected? When we live alone, or live alone together?
The parts of our selves may feel like they’ve been disassembled and reassembled incorrectly, incompletely. Our daily lives might seem fragmented or mismatched.
It takes more effort to stay in balance. Absence dominates our mental space. Time lost on mulling and examining. Thoughts circling back to that emptiness.
And when the distance is prolonged we even could begin to mourn. When we are rejoined, something new is born.
“Tu me manques” is French, translated to “I’m missing you.” Interestingly to me, the literal translation is “you miss me” but it means the inverse. I think of it as, “you are what’s missing from me.” A distant lover is its own kind of loneliness. Please join me in contemplating togetherness and apartness in this series of serigraphs.
Tu Me Manques 1 (sold out)
