This was indeed a bloody experience. Self therapy. Took 2hrs to sew.
Had to hammer each hole in.

I wanted to visualize how I felt our love and how the loss fees. Like a circle of blood pulsating through two in ornamental, decorative patterns and then it gets more and more difficult, you loe sight and then the cicle breaks, blood flows out in masses, you have to wait and watch it bleed into nothingness, bear the pain and accept helplesness.
Theidea rose from me wanting to sew the polaroids together, sewing him and me together, sewing the narration together..and then losing track and vulcanic blood flowing wildly and untameably into space, into a huge chaotic nothingness.
I wanted it to look painful and be brutal yet not too right-in-the-face, rather subtile and brutal when looking at it for a longer time.
Not supposed to be offending, but metaphorical.

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boy, blood, loss

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verlustangst , garden of women , memory of loving

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