“Jealousy” is suspended art.

Hanging from the ceiling, made up of a collection of objects that are placed in positions to create a larger picture. When you look at it from far away and from the correct angle, you can identify it as “Jealousy”, but when you get close to each piece that makes it up you don’t see “Jealousy” only the many pictures of memories and experiences, torn up, crumpled up, and arranged just so that have been curated over time. Funny enough, some of the art is made up of the same pictures.

I have a gallery filled with art titled “Love”, “Desire”, “Creativity”, “Sense of Humor”, “Insecurity”, “Depression”, “Mania”, “Separation-Anxiety”, “Jealousy” and more. We all have this, or something like it. Each gallery is similar in appearance, but upon closer inspection are made up of different images.

Sometimes the art here obscures each other and I can’t see “Happiness” through “Jealousy” and “Insecurity”.

“Creativity” and “Sense of Humor” among others, are made from overlapping pieces, they use segments of “Depression”, “Love”, “Insecurity” etc.

I am not fond of every piece of art in my gallery. In fact, I would like to set fire to a few of them. I wonder, without them, would I continue to exist?