I was in Naples when my Italian lover broke up with me over the

phone. I wasn’t necessarily hurt, but I felt unable to explain

myself. No matter what I said, it was as if we were speaking past

each other. Words failed me. Since he was a pianist, I thought the

only language he might truly understand was music, the piano’s

language, not mine. That’s when the idea came to me: to send him a

portrait of myself in Naples, layered with musical staves. The

points where my face intersected with the lines became notes,

forming a score. In that way, he could literally play my emotions

and finally understand me. He never responded, and I never saw him

again. But a year later, I discovered a psychological center where

I could create portraits of people, and together with musician

Tristanne, we performed those portraits live, transforming them

into music.

Images: https://justinecappelle.wordpress.com/2025/09/22/tete-a-

tete-2025/

Sound: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Tm0yzma05Efozsm-

MaCoq5n26YxelOnJ?usp=sharing

*Exhibition: Collective roots innerscapes of healing (Brussels)