You keep to your path and I’ll keep to mine.
In the image I create, a longing emerges. A longing born from absence.
After my first relationship, I try to make space for the emptiness no one ever warned me about.
I’m searching for that connection, but the closer I try to get, the further away it seems to drift.
The desire to touch, to understand, to connect again. But it’s already gone.
My reality —and all that remains of it— is made up of a nostalgic yearning.
My work emerged in the same way I express my feelings in my diary.
A realisation that only became clear to me along the way.
Just like he always used to say: “What you’re searching for in life is exactly what’s keeping you from finding it.”
Is this my realisation - the one after which I can finally let go?
Liv Maren Bos
