35 years to go
I want to break down the walls between us His time, mine
Distance, space, prison walls
I am in Peoria, his hometown. As I am get- ting closer to him and his memories, I have the feeling of moving away.
Nostalgia emanates from these empty landscapes where he no longer appears; space and time become blurred.
My presence there resonates through his absence. His body disappears, gradually finding its marks in a timeless enclave. Between brutality and sensuality, we are creating a utopian place beyond isolation.