Here is a serie of montages I did with the same portrait and the picture of the same hands. According to me, the meaning of each touch from the hands changes depending on their positions. Indeed, on some montages, the hands rob the face, sometimes they seem to slip delicately on the skin, or still, they caress tenderly. Anyways, the face's expression seems to respond everytime to the hand's violence or passion.
P.S. : the spectral atmosphere also matches perfectly with this song.
I love the view of things undone, like linens on a bed, and maybe people also. To me, this photograph evokes one of some memories of a short second, inaccurate and furtive, the ones we try to remember ardently and to keep. As well, these memories could be something sensorial, a kind of tactile memory. I just remember.
It's all about a certain tenderness. There is something strong brought to some delicacy, and to the laziness due to the different attitude adopted by the two persons - underlined by the details of the arm placed with nonchalance around the shoulders, and the head that rests gently. Anyway, I like the presence - still perceivable whereas the face is partially erased by the shadow - highlighted by a strong stare.
While a bed should be a resting place, this could be also the place where we think the most. This is where a person could leave a corporal scent, a body heat, or just where a loud absenteeism could leave some memories, and then, let ourselves in a deep solitude. Anyway, before to sleep, I think of you. Everytime I do.