Loneliness is a little secret we carry in us, around us, and on us. It's on our skin, on our eyelashes, and painted on our nails. It's closest to us, grows as we do, and changes shape: sometimes, a cold clutter around our neck, and at other times, a warm shawl softly draped around our shoulders. What does our loneliness, singlehood, and solitude look like? Can we see ourselves in each other, when alone?

When Alone at Roelantstraat 10 showcased forty ink on paper illustrations immersed in a soundscape designed by Sam Olendi. Some artworks are still up for sale on EyeWroteShop. 

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