In this site-specific installation, I cut a love letter out of the gallery wall. Left in a state of demolition, chunks of text sit in remnants along the wall. An area of negotiation, the gallery walls are marked in a primal manipulation of territory and relationship. Peering though the holes that are cut into the drywall, an inverse message is revealed in the light and shadow. The origins of graffiti lie in raw marking.
Love Letter 565/35
Sunset/Sunrise
Beloved,
I found the key to extreme beauty, but not the keyhole.
I tried in all the holes of my body, but none seemed to fit.
Yours forever
Yours Sunset/Sunrise, forever Yours
Yours forever yours
