When a person suddenly leaves a place and doesn't return, he leaves things behind; feelings, memories, and objects. I call them "whispers". As a friend and relative, I feel the intangible, and as an artist, I try and capture the tangible.



The guest bathroom


Leaving in a hurry with medications


Maybe the last things Luis read, but surely his favorites. Gardening catalogs.



The air mattress.


The beginnings of a lentil soup I was making with ham hocks. He never got to eat it.


Luis was lactose-intolerant. At the end he couldn't chew either. So, these things represent
what we had and made to try and get him to eat. Things that did not need chewing and
did not contain dairy. The containers were to send him home with food.