But I don't know why

series of photoetchings, each 28 x 38, 2002

I had a potent dream which I recreated through this print series about unfinished conversations interrupted by a fatal accident, about questions that will never be answered. I transcribed journal entries all over my own body with ballpoint pen, then documented this event with photographs. I intentionally intensified the reds of the flesh during printing to provoke a visceral reaction—the flesh should be unmistakable, the violence of this loss should be palpable. The text in each print is illegible in most areas and focused in others; it is in these areas of focus that the words for the titles emerge. This project is about memory and loss, about trying to communicate across time and space.