I reached a point in a relationship where we were not communicating. We were forced to interact with each other but in a very perfunctory way. It killed me having to pretend nothing was wrong but he seemed completely fine with things. The fakeness of it started to wear on me. I made this print to deal with my feelings rather than explode at him. I desparately wanted to be able to actually talk to him again rather than continue pretending. I wanted even just moment of what it was before even though it was no longer possible. The use of silver and gold inks plays to the ugly/beautiful concept I started with All the Things I Should Have Said and Tell Me A Secret. The print looks pretty on the surface even though you see all the pain when you dive into the words and images.