The Kiss


polymere and acid etching, silkscreen and risography.

There are images we cannot forget.
Because they terrified us, because they were forbidden, because we did not understand them.
They left scars in our memory.

I saw an image once that I wasn’t supposed to see—an image of death and an image of love. It had been hidden, almost forgotten, for decades. I went up the stairs, I opened the box, and I saw it. It felt like a sacrilegeous act to even lay eyes on it. I put it back in the box, I climbed down the stairs and tried to forget it, but I couldn’t.

A few years later, I returned to it, looking at it again, diving into it. And it became something new: a fragile picture, of a moment so intimate.