The sadness of a hook and nothing to hang
A hook that exists for something to hang!
Faithful to my artistic choices, I no longer had anything to hang on that hook which, overhead, forcefully claimed a lost function.
I took a photo and then another to stop the memory of a lost habit. A romantic gesture that reaffirmed the lost importance of that presence.
I coupled the two photos by sandwiching a piece of string and fastened the whole to the poor hook.
The heavy feeling of the hook vanished instantly and we could both take two different paths.
to Francis Picabia