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Lost Feet

2250 1500 EUR
Lost Feet
Lost feet Walking now In warm streets, Among her kind, Leaving slippers to remind Of neighboring time.
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Den Bosch
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Anxiety
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Family
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Love
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Loneliness
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Picture
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Story
Gemaakt: 29/03/2025
Grootte: 80x100
Oriëntatie: landscape
Type: painting
Tweedehands Canvas: Yes
Te Koop:
Mine
This is somewhat unrelated to what I'm about to tell you, but my girlfriend had to leave me for a while. I won't go into why, as that's not what this painting is about. Most of the time crying seems weird to me. But I'm also not the best at understanding other people's feelings. My mom and sister cry rather frequently. Especially for the latter, it's just something they do when feeling distressed. Difficult for me to understand, but I can accept that it is just that; a reaction. My girlfriend is kinda similar as well. Anyway, about once a year, I want to cry too. When that happens I feel like I'm the same as the previously mentioned. Actually, then, I don't understand my reaction either. It's just something I feel like doing. Experiencing that makes it easier to understand that sometimes it's the same for them (and that I'm a human as well.) My girlfriend is gone now, And for a little while after she left, I felt like crying, so I did. Before she left, she put the slippers I gave her for Sinterklaas in the hallway, where they are still today. And I can't get myself to put them away. I like the idea of them being there for when she comes back -- if she comes back. And looking at them makes me feel like crying, sometimes, and I mean that positively -- I'm glad I want to cry because she's so far gone. Or perhaps I'm just lazy (and this makes me emotional?)

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