Sentimental

There are moments when the colors of dawn, a manifest fragility, an intense passage of truth between people, gives me a lump in my throat. I get emotional. Unfortunately, as much as I hate it, a part of me is susceptible to it. Everything is fine when it happens in a context of intimacy. It's different if a larger audience is involved. The blatant display of feelings always seems like a poorly concealed attempt at blackmail, it is hardly susceptible to credible explanations, at best it is misunderstood. And what is the function of emotion (or its distortion) when exploring the couple's relationship? Of course it is a very personal question, but it is an interesting subject if we are looking out for ourself, as I hope.

Giulia Mouse, Bow, 2021