During last months of 2004, deeply in love, working on my thesis dissertation for a bachelor degree in Architecture, I was imprisoned in the house by my parents. My thesis title was "Women’s Prison," I had no permission to go out or call anyone, I was reading Foucault’s Discipline and Punish , and having a hunched back I had to wear a posture brace. 

The only way of communicating with my lover was to write emails. After a while I started writing handwritten letters, scanning and sending them via email. Later I scanned everything; my hair, hands, feet, my underwear, sunglasses, mug, architecture models, sketches for a "Women’s Prison", books I was reading and my drawings of imaginary and real people. Those photos/letters aimed to tell one simple thing: "I Love You". 

After a couple of years, I asked the recipient of the letters to select 16 photos and choose a title for them. The titles are written by him, although I wonder wether if the images are mine or stolen from an ex-lover.