
during my relationship with s, words failed to express the convoluted feelings i had for her & us. if i shared a sentence, it solidified a polarising stance that i did not wish to take. around her, i could feel multiple things — at the same point in time — and exist in-between poles, while feeling both the ends.
images on the other hand worked better. layers could exist without explicit hierarchy, helping me communicate multiple things at the same time.
so, i wrote (or rather drew) her a collection of 12 tiny love letters. the original piece of work is lost, and all i have left are these 4 images.
in 2025, s & i broke up for 8 months; only to reconcile later. during that time, we didn't speak — but i ended up writing her letters in a similar fashion.