Ink.
At the end of 2011, I was preparing for a number of art shows while also processing a difficult break-up, (it would prove to be an interim period between 2 different iterations of our relationship). I feel like this seemingly silly piece captures the push-pull of needing/wanting affection and the inherent resistance some show. It has never been for sale, (except for in prints!) and currently hangs on the wall above my bed.