She wrote, writing a letter to someone is a paradoxical experience. Sitting alone in a silent room, looking down at a piece of paper, thinking about the person who is not there, is perhaps a time of being in touch with yourself.
My imagination creates a fictional presence of her. I start interacting with the tension between a void and trying to fill this void, and create a montage to imagine potential relationships between her world and mine.
leaves collected during my walks with views of the Hudson River and the Palisades in new york, fall 2018