"Ghost" Artist Statement

The longer we are apart, the more we fade from memory.

Until we are only left with the feeling of what used to be.

I have memories, stored lovingly in the golden

And silver

And wooden chests of my mind,

Memories I long to hold onto,

But memories that slowly crumble away under the unrelenting ticking of time.

Like a worn photograph, there are tears and rips,

holes and thinning spots,

faded and blurred objects.

Like Luke Merz’s Memory/Loss #9

there are beautiful details and emptiness,

filled only with a feeling of loss.

And now, time has been cruel to us.

We’ve been apart for too long, our only connection a pixelated face,

sometimes with features indistinguishable.

Are you more than a face?

I can’t remember.

You fade away with each passing day, until one day,

I fear,

you will be invisible,

the only proof of your existence the space you leave behind.