NARA PARK

Promises

I buried my letter
under the soil under the stone.
I wonder
If my words were ever read
Wonder where they went
and what they have become now
A room where an ant is giving birth?
A piece of moss in a worm’s stomach?
A part of a rock?

Or they might have
fertilized the seeds
grew as grass
became morning dew
and evaporated into the air
until they reached the sky.
Or they might have absorbed into the hemp cloth
and descended
until they reached the empty heart.
They should be somewhere as some kind of substance.
Shouldn’t they?
Can’t just disappear not becoming anything.
Can they?

I try to recall them in my memory.
It scares me I may forget them all someday.

Thinking after all these questions,
they shouldn’t have been buried.
Too bad I was too young.
I thought words were immortal
Especially the ones on paper
Even at the grave.

Promises I, 2017
Polystyrene foam, plaster, stone-textured paint, 24" x 24" x 1"




Promises II, 2017
Polystyrene foam, plaster, stone-textured paint, 24" x 24" x 1"




Promises III, 2017
Polystyrene foam, plaster, stone-textured paint, 24" x 24" x 1"




Installation view


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