A specific nostalgia, a nostalgia with its own name. The deep longing, sometimes melancholic, for that unique other. This oystercatcher (which I usually see in pairs on the beach) walks the shore alone, with an open reliquary in its beak. To whom do all its longings fly?

Watercolor on 300-gram 100% cotton paper. (2024)

Size: 28.1x38cm