Here, I paint my exes

Here, I paint my exes , the way I felt about them, and also the way they made me feel. While painting, I realized that memory really works not as a faithful archive, but as a gallery of peaks and endings. Psychology calls it the “peak-end rule”; we judge a relationship less by its long middle than by its most intense moments and how it closed. These portraits linger where the highs were blinding and the breakups cut sharp, testing how intensity and closure distort what we call truth. In revisiting each love, I map the wins and failures alongside my own faults, the tenderness I withheld, the stories I embellished, the grace I learned too late. Asking whether a new ending can change the picture we keep. This show is less confession than calibration: an attempt to see clearly through a bias wired into all of us.