

Public Installation in Ithaca, New York | paper, ink, graphite, plastic, hemp chord | dimensions variable | 2011
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I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me. -Roland Barthes
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This public project involved the physical dissipation of thirty-four love letters that were placed in transparent bags filled with creek water and tied along the chipped green railing of a canal. It was both lovely and strange to watch the words that used to both “seduce and wound me," dissolve, sometimes lifting in ribbons of ink, so calmly. After a week of watching people examine and sometimes attemp to read the letters, I walked down the canal in the dark, stabbing each bag with a pin— the letters were no longer so potent or the mourning was over.
Public Installation in Ithaca, New York | paper, ink, graphite, plastic, hemp chord | dimensions variable | 2011
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I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me. -Roland Barthes
|
This public project involved the physical dissipation of thirty-four love letters that were placed in transparent bags filled with creek water and tied along the chipped green railing of a canal. It was both lovely and strange to watch the words that used to both “seduce and wound me," dissolve, sometimes lifting in ribbons of ink, so calmly. After a week of watching people examine and sometimes attemp to read the letters, I walked down the canal in the dark, stabbing each bag with a pin— the letters were no longer so potent or the mourning was over.