I am Losing Consciousness (2021)

My mother's handwriting, cut from a handmade gray felt, is embedded in a 49" x 33" white wool cloth. They give us clues as to the timing of the non-linear loss of consciousness she experienced in her life's last days.

Some letters break away from the felt fabric, leaving a trail of empty spaces and shadows where the words go up and down like roller coasters through the felt material. They carry the vertigo of their disconnection from reality.

Tiny copper wires hold the letters. They represent the synapse between neurons through the fractured piece, carrying intermittent electrical impulses. Her handwriting is small on paper, but on felt, it becomes monumental, like the love she tries to describe in one of her last notes to her loved ones.