Plate, 2008, archival inkjet print, 20″ x 37″
From the image text:
“It’s Friday morning and I miss you like crazy. Seven more days until you come back. I hope you don’t mind that I’m working brunch on the Saturday after you get in. Someone needed to cover the shift and they asked me to do it. Since I’m also working Friday night I might be able to get a room in the hotel. Would you be interested in staying there with me? I imagine you’ll be tired from the trip so you could go to bed early at the hotel on Friday and come down in the morning for brunch and bloody marys. What do you think? I’ve had some great ideas for the living room while you’ve been gone. I saw this great coffee table at Reincarnations that I think would be perfect. I really want you to like it too. I’ll try not to buy it until you get back.”
Sewing Machine, 2008, archival inkjet print, 20″ x 36″
From the image text:
What made you think that I would compromise? It’s my job. I wouldn’t ask the same of you much less give you all this grief. Do you get it? This is not about you. Sometimes I wonder if you do this on purpose just to get under my skin. Guess what? It’s working. I’m not coming over tonight.
Towel, 2008, archival inkjet print, 20″ x 37″
From the image text:
“I couldn’t sleep last night. I got nauseous at the thought of you and her sneaking around. What happened to trying to make this work?
This relationship has meant nothing to you. The only thing that matters to you is yourself. This is exactly what I said to you during our entire time together – you’re all talk about being a decent human being, but in the end you only care about how you feel. This hurts so bad I can’t stop crying. Why did this happen? Why did you do this to me? Why couldn’t you say something instead of lying to me for so long? I only hope that a few years from now you will still feel like you’re missing something. Because you will never have me in your life again. I’m not saying that I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread, but I’m a caring, honest, and good person. And you suck balls.”
Cup, 2008, archival inkjet print, 24″ x 36″
From the image text:
“It’s so unfair that you confront me via chat and accuse me of shit and call me a liar and then ignore my phone calls and emails. I feel like I should be allowed to flip out at you the way you love to do to me. I’m so pissed. And for what? We aren’t even together anymore.”
Bed, 2008, archival inkjet print, 20″ x 37″
From the image text:
“It was good to see you. It feels like it’s been a while. I’ve missed being able to talk to you so it was nice to chat. Sorry if I was SO drunk. I think I might be getting too old to drink all day. Hangovers seem to hurt more now. Anyway, I was thinking that I am ready to be friends with you. You said before that you would like to stay friends, but maybe you were just saying that or maybe you don’t feel that way now. I understand if you’ve changed your mind, it just seems pointless to feel like I have to avoid you when I see you. I don’t really think we should hang out or anything, but we can be friendly, right?”
