for you, 2022
cyanotypes, t-shirts, sheet, thread

I’ve now tried to write this a few times and it just keeps feeling like a love letter, which somehow feels more embarrassing than most things I've shared through art. Then I realized that it literally does not matter. So this is a love letter. It sounds ridiculously cliche to say I am grateful for my partner because like, obviously right? But I’ve learned a lot in the last eight months and people stick around if they want to. After months of pain and helplessness and bad news after bad news. Months of sobbing on the floor begging not to be touched. I have trouble finding words. The nature of disease is a lack of intimacy, a deep seated loneliness. I’ve read countless horror stories of people not being able to handle it, and I don’t completely blame them, but I guess I’m just grateful for the support system I am lucky enough to have.