the end of love

I've been stuck creatively for a long time now. I was wondering what
would be able to break open this obstruction. Last week it came in
search of me and found me late on a Tuesday afternoon.

I now think that if you're lucky you realise that the thing which
punches you in the gut and leaves you for dead, is often the very thing
you've been waiting to come along and save your life.

This triptych is called 'The end of love'.

Enough said.