Welcome to My Ex-Boyfriend's Art

We've been there.

You're a fabulous, hot mess with the charm of Grace Kelly and the mouth of a sailor. You're drawn to the creative types (or those who think they are). You may even be one yourself. You date/romance/enjoy-undefined-regular-sexual-encounters with a struggling artist/poet/lawyer-turned-Dylan, and the next thing you know the love-fest is finito, and you're left holding a pre-Donny Darko 8 foot plastic bunny made of yogurt cups that took him two years to build.

More often than not you don't really want or know what to do with the sonnet/punk song/sculpture made of spare tires in your honor. Sometimes you even really love the work, but what, are you going to hang that on your wall? Even if the said painting or pinhole self portrait happens to match your decor, how do you explain to future lovers why your ex-artist is haunting your new apartment, as long as you shall lease?

So throw it out, they say. Well, there's the catch. You have far too much respect for the art itself to do that. Sometimes you respect the relationship too much. Sometimes you really do love the work. But seriously, what do you do with it? You feel a little weird displaying it, trashing it seems disrespectful of your past (and the artist), or you actually feel guilty about even keeping it in such good company as your treasured Marc Jacobs, like it's art abuse. Like these romantic artifacts are entitled to being seen.

We get it. Really, we do. It's the one relationship you can never truly escape.

So welcome to My Ex-Boyfriend's Art Collective. An online exhibition of all those creative relationship leftovers. Because at the end of the day, you may dump the dude, but art is forever.

Love,
Scarlett and Daisy