I Still Don't Know What Love Means
The pages of a 4 year ongoing art project. Photo journals (Volumes I, II, III & IV so far) chronicling the struggle to understand love gained and love lost, and the everyday subtle heartaches and simple beauty that.. well, confuse me. And move me.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
One day you'll wake up... hard, face down on the concrete. Your body will ache, but it will be nothing compared to the pain that exists deep within your heart. And eventually, when the scabs form and the scars settle in, you'll realize the only thing gained from loving a certain person is the knowledge gained from what you don't want. i hope you find whatever peace you can in that truth. -Erin Forquer
Monday, April 29, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Monday, December 17, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
I might be fragile, but I am also mendable. Sometimes, I have to remind myself of that.
There are so many fragile things, after all.
People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
-Neil Gaiman
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Life is ambiguous. So live your questions now. Because the answers will not be revealed until they make the least amount of sense.
Art is a lie that tells the truth. -Picasso
Life is a contradiction. The best you can do is try to find beauty in the pain. -Erin Forquer
Monday, October 15, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
My heart has an elephant's memory (for pain).
"Will you ever be able to forgive me?"
"I don’t know. I hope so. But the heart has a memory of it’s own." -Erin Forquer
Monday, October 1, 2012
Sometimes things happen to us.. and sometimes, people do too.
You want to know what happened to me? YOU. You, happened.. to me.
Maybe all my fears, about everything, boiled down to one thing: what if you need them, but they don't need you?
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