The two paintings 'When they leave I leave their teacup on the couch table for a few days, it reminds me of the laughter' and 'bathbubbles are a central part of this universe' were created for the exhibition 'lovely autonomy' in geneva. The texts are inspired by my friends and lovers and are about the times&spaces in between seeing them, when I'm on my own. How does it feel when someone leaves after an evening full of laughter and intimacy? What stays the same no matter if I'm with someone or by myself?
