Everybody gets their heart broken sooner or later. Artists, however, at least get the benefit of being able to use that heartbreak as fuel. And boy is it ever some serious nitrous. (Whether that's nitrous as an automotive boost or nitrous as in inhaling the ha-ha gas, we will not say.)
This is interesting: an entire exhibition (and following book) that asks artists to revisit a past relationship via their art.
Pictured is part of Dave Pressler's "the journey we all make alone," which I just love for its simplicity. And because the blimp-thing in the picture is smiling.