Two moving figures depart in opposite directions. Whether intimate friends or perfect strangers, they each proceed towards distinct horizons unknown to them. Cloaked in their solitude, yet advancing towards a multitude of similars, as each new step brings them closer together. Much like in Edvard Munch’s Separation, Carnaille evokes the desolation of a break-up and the melancholy of the memory of a union, etched in time: a heel which leaves in its wake memories of a lost love…

« It is never any good dwelling on goodbyes.
It is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting. »
Elisabeth Bibesco