Using a letter found in my brother's room 6 years after his suicide I created a reply to his letter, the only written word that was left un-found since his death. Through the process of cutting and rearranging a copy of the letter I began to make order of the words and realized that I could create a full and complete response using only his words and that in that it represented my full absorption of his words, their context and my reply. In this process I was making something that was his just as well mine, as a way of maintaining a dialogue with the dead. What authorship does he still hold in passing? The project itself became a question and exploration of what becomes of the things that he had created and how are the ones left living supposed to understand and interpret those artifacts?
In Your Words
