These are the artifacts of a relationship that took place over 3 months in Los Angeles in 2014.
I had been isolated for many years. Due to the nature of my job, which entailed secrecy and working late nights as a sex worker, I hadn’t had any friends or any romantic partners for a very long time. I had gotten used to the isolation, leaned into it, expecting it to last for many more years, possibly decades to come.
But then I met this man. He was so beautiful. It was a chance encounter, totally and utterly unexpected. Rain poured…
A lot of times the most poignant and evocative stories we receive are just a few lines. Sometimes even just one. Here is a collection of some of our favorites.
A few weeks ago a man came into the museum multiple times over the course of a few days. It should be noted that he did purchase tickets to attend and stayed for long periods of time intently reading and filming all of the exhibits stories. He was very efficient in hitting on every woman in the museum, including the staff members while they were trying to help other visitors. On his way out he made sure the front desk attendants knew that he had written something in the confessional and they should take the time to read it. The…
Here are a few stories that aren’t out, but it would be cruel to keep to ourselves!
Photograph of Coffee and Incense
Columbia, South Carolina
I used to have a friend, a best friend. She was artistic and funny,
and we seemed to click on a lot of things. We both had rather
pretentious ideas regarding how we were going to be when we got older.
We both envisioned ourselves as women who would wear fancy lingerie
everyday, who would be successful artists in New York City (or Italy),
who would have Johnny Depp-type boyfriends (who were musicians). I
thought, childishly, that if these goals were…
Not your average green sweater, this one is an artifact from a relationship that took place in Cleveland, OH between November 11, 2014 and February 21, 2016.
We were an odd pairing from the start. He, a 6-foot-2-inch redhead. Me, a 5-foot-4-inch petite blonde. He always had a quirky approach to dressing while I always tried to look well put together. We were two independent minds who met online and fell into a strong friendship and love came after. We were attracted to one another, we were good company together, and our relationship blossomed. He was my first everything: long-term…
This commissioned artwork is the artifact of a relationship that took place in Colorado between 1996 and 2016 and the story that accompanies it is just as unique as this sculpture.
I met Corey while I was studying for my master’s degree and he was recently returned from Russia, with no direction in life and working at the computer lab where I typed my papers. I never had any idea that he was interested, aside from the fact that he would listen to me talk about what I was going to do with my life: teach bilingual special education or…
Or is it? This is the artifact of a relationship that took place between 1968 and 1970 here in Los Angeles, California.
At 28 years of age I had never been in love where it had been a mutual affair. Then I met George at a resort where I was performing. He, the brother of the lighting man, had moved to Los Angeles after a tragedy had occurred in his life. HIs wife had committed suicide by driving over a cliff and tried to take her two young children with her, but somehow her children were saved. George was accused…
This is an artifact that comes from a relationship that took place between 1991 and 1992 in Maryland.
After high school, I dated this person I worked with who lived in another state. He pressured me to move in with him or he would break it off with me. I did and it was a disaster. My mother had predicted it would only last two months, and I hated that she was right. At one point, early in the relationship, he gave me a deck of tarot cards. He told me that each person’s tarot deck has their own energy…
Our collection is larger than what we have space for, but every story is worth considering. Here is a selection of pieces that are behind the scenes now, but maybe not for long.
Folder Containing Several Hundreds of Hand Written Love Letters Between Teenagers
London, England/New Haven, Connecticut
February 2002 to October 2009
When we met, we were 16 and 17. He had just moved to Berlin from
France and I had come to Berlin from Belgium when I was eleven. I
moved to London when I was 18, and he moved to Lille. We took the
Eurostar twice a…
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