Feeling Blue

Yves Klein's Petite Vénus Bleue

He Said:

I get angry for no good reason sometimes. Its hard to explain. I don't want to have to explain, I'm just not in a good mood. I want light entertainment. Beer, football, smiling girls showing skin.
I want her to care about me but not today. Today I want to be alone. I want to be angry and silent.

She Said:

Lately, more than usual, I've been experiencing this acute sense of nostalgia. All I want to do is crawl under a blanket, read novels and drift in and out of sleep - alone. Maybe it's the after-effects of a busy festive period. Maybe it's been a while since I spent time by myself. I am becoming fiercely protective of my personal space and resentful of plans I have committed to. But more than experiencing nostalgia, I think I am in mourning. What I have lost is not quite clear yet. But it all started last week, when I came across a picture of myself as teenager. It wasn't that I was thinner or prettier or even any happier. I'm sure you would say, if you knew me, that I haven't changed at all. But there I was, staring into the lens, at the beach, after a particularly sunny day in Barcelona. Slightly sunburned, with this mischievous look in my eye. And since I found it, the picture I mean, there has been a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach I have been trying desperately hard to ignore. Now I am wondering, has it always been there? Will it go away? And does anyone else ever feel this way?