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A midsentence opened but never shut.
My entire visual practice has evolved in concert with my investigations of virtual space. Virtual space forms a bridge between the archive of sounds which my dead husband created or gathered, and the expanding manifold of multisensory language spun off from my process of grief and transformation.
To hear what he heard and through the act of listening be there with him.
These are perpetually incomplete and evolving spaces– my virtual sites of private reflection and digital nostalgia where I return to visit myself and leave new offerings, to share my new self with my beloved friends and coconspirators.
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