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From Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe, Interview Magazine

I love you.

No, you don’t. You love my artworks.

Yes, I do.

No, you don’t.

Yes, I do!

No, you don’t!

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You love me.

No, I don’t. I love your artworks.

Yes, you do.

No, I don’t.

Yes, you do!

No, I don’t!

Hey honey look what I’ve got for you!

Is it another portrait, drawing or poem?

This time a piece of music…you don’t like it?

Why do you keep making me art?

Why,…because I love you…I want to give you something…

Am I an ingredient for your creations?

What do you m…

Sometimes I wonder, when you make pieces for me, whether it’s to show your love for me or for art.

Does it make a difference? I love you…and I love art…

Can you love me without making artworks of me or for me?

But this is just what I do…

Recently watched these two movies. Both are about a relationship that involves three (and more) people, and a house where two women and one man live. Yet the two stories are totally different, the relationships so. The ingredients for love may be unknown and are definitely not absolute, but it could be more about how we act than what we do. Sex, for instance, could mean intercourse, love-making or rape. While the last one may be more obvious to tell and the other two a bit ambiguous, there are distinctions between each of these (supposedly). There is no way in which we should define any of the actions, but shan’t we open ourselves to love that makes us happy? Vicky Christina Barcelona and The Duchess may help understand/remind where we are.