FOR GORDON
This year changed everything.
Despite the performances, the travel, and the momentum of the work,
I experienced the loss of my older brother Gordon.
Nothing felt untouched after that.
BROTHERHOOD
Before the performances.
Before the philosophy.
Before the work.
We were brothers first.
FOR GORDON
After Gordon died,
everything sharpened.
The way I lived.
The way I trained.
The way I created.
Art stopped feeling separate from life.
THE MOUNTAIN
I climbed a mountain carrying
a portion of his ashes.
As they moved through my hands
into the wind, I understood
something clearly:
Memory could become material.
That moment stayed with me.
THE PORTRAIT
I began researching ways to create a portrait using Gordon's cremated ashes.
Eventually I developed a process using ash, gum arabic, and ink.
The portrait became more than an image.
It became presence.
Each mark carried weight.
Memory.
Connection.
The finished work now hangs in my parents' home beside other family artworks.
Not separate from us.
Still among us.
PERFORMANCE