ABSENTIA
COLLAGE ON BIRCH WOOD: playbills
5’ X 5’
A box of playbills discovered, in my mom’s closet. Her “remains” collaged into a cycle of permanence within impermanence — a river of constancy in the ever-changing. The sorrow of goodbye—and the greedy joy of seizing one last chance to indulge in something that gave her pleasure. It’s nostalgic, “see you tomorrow”.