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Your art is amazing and an inspiration. I love how you take the very impersonal genre of "datavis" and turn it into something very intimate and profound. Thank you for sharing your work with the world, hope you are well.
Thank you so much for your message. 🙏
Two voices one conversation
Concept for stained glass
Silver black sumi ink on kozo paper
One Dream Speaking
Stained glass • 40x30" • 2016
Thank you! 🙏
![Collage cut from a single written letter from my mother, dating from 1996, water damaged from an apartment fire in November 2010. Arranged around the character 聽 [listen].
See all the collages.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/fe1a9f21d98a5fafab90f36e63644295/tumblr_o69s35PU0e1rv3rzso1_1280.jpg)
Collage cut from a single written letter from my mother, dating from 1996, water damaged from an apartment fire in November 2010. Arranged around the character 聽 [listen].
You’re welcome, and thank you for writing me. My warmest wishes to you in your process.
![Collage of 0.5cm wide strips cut from a single written letter from my mother, dating from sometime between 1997 and 2001, water damaged from an apartment fire in November 2010.
The text is recombined to form the Chinese character 問 [ask], which is...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/3ac9672d5117f6b9a3549565c58915a4/tumblr_o4fj2bJjsz1rv3rzso1_1280.jpg)
Collage of 0.5cm wide strips cut from a single written letter from my mother, dating from sometime between 1997 and 2001, water damaged from an apartment fire in November 2010.
The text is recombined to form the Chinese character 問 [ask], which is also the character 口 [mouth | orifice] nested inside the character 門 [door].
Very much inspired by my friend @skiano‘s gorgeous collages.
“I started walking slowly across the sand. I went almost to the water’s edge and then walked down the beach. The same thing happened that had happened in the math class, but on a larger scale. It was also much noisier. Young men whistled at me. Some jumped up from the sand and trotted up for a better view. Even the women stopped moving as I came nearer.
“I paid no attention to the whistles and whoops. In fact, I didn’t hear them. I was full of a strange feeling, as if I were two people. One of them was Norma Jean from the orphanage who belonged to nobody. The other was someone whose name I didn’t know. But I knew where she belonged. She belonged to the ocean and the sky and the whole world.”–My Story, by Marilyn Monroe
Thank you, William. It warms my heart to hear your message.
Just as you are, a human phenomenon.