While going through some storage bins in the garage, I stumbled across a set of forgotten studies and some hand-written notes from my ex-wife, from around the same time in 2015. It meant so much to me when she cared enough to write her feelings down, the intimacy of that medium delivering so much more than just words, and this was one of the last letters she'd ever write me.
These were the words of a wife who had given up hope. Feeling her best wasn't enough to make me feel loved or valued, she suggested we reconsider our marriage, or at least our living arrangements. This was one of many nails in the coffin of my marriage.
Though I'm in the middle of a relapse in porn in my otherwise healthy sex-life, I chose to create in the face of these fresh negative felings. Seeing this letter made me feel like the written words should live on somehow, so I decided to juxtapose them with one of my drawings from around the same time. This isn't an image of my ex, but the theme is abstract-enough for it to not feel too ham-fisted.
Enjoy, Patrons. And thanks for sticking around.
-J