(off) by heart
When I was little, I thought love was about red roses and expensive dinners. Truth is, love is giving her half your fries when she said she wasn’t hungry. It’s waking up at 4 am to her snoring and refraining from shoving her off the bed. It’s talking in accents just for shits and trying to embarrass one another in public. It’s going on adventures and making fun of each other. It’s stupid fights and memorable make-ups. Love isn’t pretty and romantic. Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.
Gilbert Rheza Putra
Judged by Tim Barber:
Inspired by the Grand Prix, Takahashi Miki’s work, I thought it would be fun and interesting to make a compilation of the widely diverse and eclectic work submitted for this contest. When edited and organized, the “memory” submissions, sent in from dozens of artists, become a kind of collective-memory-collage, a dream sequence of disparate clues from a kaleidoscopic narrative.
* This work was included in a curated collection of works selected by the judge Tim Barber from a number of submitted works. See the collection