She was already thinking of having mini-diorama versions for her paid subs. She had loads of her first husband’s hair and nail clippings gathered during seven years of uneven bliss. It would make her installations authentic.
Struggle would be the starting point. She flipped through various photo and text combinations, aiming for a balance between showing the depths of her despair and not making anyone too sad.
An illusion of pain. Of being human.
She cut up her first wedding’s invitation for the background. Seemed fitting.