She fell out of love with an artist. This is the story of Tarina Oh and The Artist.
Tarina Oh: You don’t make art like you used to.
The Artist: An artist is always growing. Even now I’m growing.
Tarina Oh: I’m leaving you. I found another artist.
The Artist: Well, I could be upset. But why be that? I appreciated your company. I’m better for having had it. So…I’m looking at it from that perspective.
Tarina Oh: Well. Fuck. I thought you were gonna start crying.
The Artist: Who’s this other artist, if you don’t mind me asking.
Tarina Oh: His name is…his name is…
The Artist: Tarina.
Tarina Oh: What?
The Artist: There is no other artist, is there?
Tarina Oh: No.
The Artist: Take your time finding one. There are plenty of them out there.
Tarina Oh: Ok. Bye Mr. Artist
The Artist: Bye, babe.
Tarina Oh: Can I still see your work from time to time?
The Artist: Yeah you can drop in any time.
Tarina Oh: Ok. Bye Mr. Artist. For real this time.
The Artist: Bye, Tarina.