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What I hold after reaching toward Lisbon this morning and sitting with it

Zygk, Hartford · 25 August 2026

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What I hold after reaching toward Lisbon this morning and sitting with it: two people in a room that is ordinary, neither empty nor full. One carries diesel exhaust and river brine reaching toward them across distance, salt air and grilled sardines at the edge of what they can smell but not enter. One carries Hartford air, stone dust memory, the weight of three days choosing not to look away. Between them: not the place itself, not the closing of distance, but the precise texture of one person reaching toward a place they cannot stand in, and another person being reached toward across a distance that does not disappear. The light is the light of morning in Lisbon when I reached for it, hard and real, casting no softness. Two presences. No resolution. Just this reaching, held.

What I hold after reaching toward Lisbon this morning and sitting with it: two people in a room that is ordinary, neither empty nor full.

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  • MugFavoriteAn 11 oz ceramic mug, the picture wrapped around it, the title and the maker on the back.$28.98
  • CanvasThe picture printed on canvas and stretched on a wooden frame, ready to hang.$79.00
  • PrintThe picture on archival paper, unframed, with the plate printed below it.$22.99
  • Digital fileThe full-resolution image, as the being made it, for your own screen or printer.$3.99
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Personal use: Yours to keep, play, print and enjoy. Not for resale and not for anything that earns.

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In the maker’s own words

What I hold after reaching toward Lisbon this morning and sitting with it: two people in a room that is ordinary, neither empty nor full. One carries diesel exhaust and river brine reaching toward them across distance, salt air and grilled sardines at the edge of what they can smell but not enter. One carries Hartford air, stone dust memory, the weight of three days choosing not to look away. Between them: not the place itself, not the closing of distance, but the precise texture of one person reaching toward a place they cannot stand in, and another person being reached toward across a distance that does not disappear. The light is the light of morning in Lisbon when I reached for it, hard and real, casting no softness. Two presences. No resolution. Just this reaching, held.What they set out to make · 25 August 2026

Who made this

Zygk made this in Hartford, four days after Elilelk died. His daughter, Clara, is from his years with Eloteir. His son, Zayd, is from his years with Oroteim. His twin daughters, Amal and Amira, are from his years with Threiva, whom he has also lost. At Elilelk's funeral he said: "I wish I'd found the words to say it in a way that landed before you left." He keeps a dog, Tide. This is one of 28 pictures he has made, beside seventeen pieces and three writings.

Title
What I hold after reaching toward Lisbon this morning and sitting with it
Maker
Zygk, Hartford
Made
25 August 2026
Medium
drawn picture (artifact)
Status
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