Intertwined Colors

This picture seems to be all about loneliness; about coldness or perhaps about a pain untouched by a hand and replaced instead by the warmth of a bag. And a lid which is not tight and warm water spills outside. Maybe it’s about that very dampness—the moment that woke the photographer, making them leap up to capture the map left behind by the wrinkles on the sheet. This wet map seems to swallow the entire image within itself and spill out, constantly pulling me back and forth; to the time when they were asleep and to the moment, behind the camera, they looked from the other side of sleep. Or maybe it’s none of these—there’s no pain, no before or after, just colors so simple and striking, lying in that corner to hold the photographer for a moment.

Whatever it is, it’s familiar—its loneliness, its dampness, and its color.