Dear No. 22,

Ahh! How are you? It’s so wild to think we met five years ago, especially if you think about where we were and where we are now. We’ve both changed immensely, but I’ve always felt a connection to you, like we’re growing together. This connection didn’t come from time, but rather from this feeling of a shared journey. While our practice may be very disparate, our shared appreciation for art, a devotion to spreading, including, facilitating such is what ties us together.

We’ve both been granted the privilege to study art, and because of such I feel that it’s our responsibility to bring some of the same cultural and humanitarian appreciation back home. This isn’t meant as a burden, but more as gentle reminder of the potential of our work!

It’s been amazing to watch your practice grow, from a strong drawing emphasis to more of an experimentation in performance and videography. Your art is beautiful because it’s not just form based, but it sparks conversation, forces it’s viewers to question it’s being. It feels very inquisitive.

I don’t have a vivid memory of you in my mind, but whenever I think of you I can’t help but hear your laugh. Not to use too many tropes, but your laugh really is contagious. Its one of those good belly laughs that makes me smile every time I hear it. I hope that you are still laughing and having fun, making art, loving life!

The more of these I write, the harder it becomes to get my feelings across. I thought it would help me open up, but I instead I realized that my perceptions of people are a lot more than a single thought. People and memories are messy. It’s really difficult to articulate the form of love I have for everyone, but I hope you know that you are loved by me. Very loved, appreciated, and heard.

If you ever need anything, always feel free to reach out. I’d love to be of any help, of even if you want chat, you know how to reach me!


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