Typed and written by my mother in Ohio during the years she spent as a secretary at a law firm. The letter in August was sent just after I left Ohio and moved into the 92nd Street Y where I lived during my first years of studying art at The Art Student’s League of New York.

A three part sculpture to engulf the viewer.

Each bronze sculpture is an anti-monument memorializing what we usually ignore, forget or throw away. The voice of a woman in a typed letter is engraved and preserved in the heavy bronze slabs, the absurdity and dysfunction of her life becomes a compelling and comedic contrast, but still a deeply human trace, that will gently clash with the austere bronze and timeless beauty of the surrounding landscape.