Disintegration Folio

My father collected my mother’s letters, written every day during WWII, including the ones the army shrunk for lighter weight shipping to France. After he died, she shredded them in a fit of emotional housekeeping, a profound lesson to me in letting go. Their mysteries are honored here.Silk organza, brown wrapping paper, beeswax, chile peppers, Vmail correspondence from World War II Folio

48”w x 36”