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?
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?
Dance
Scrutinized
Flowing
Attached
Exposed
Unforeseen
Immersed
Holding
Letting Go
Bleeding
My Hiar
Period
My Body
Sheltered
Cuddle
Invaded
Syncing
Owining
Resiliance
Survival
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.
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.