A little less than a week ago, I whispered in your ear that I will love you until my last breath and then I watched you draw yours. There are moments of longing where I am reminded of the hole that will never be filled but to my surprise I find that I am often smiling uncontrollably because of the joy your memory brings. It has been such an honor being your son and I am grateful I experienced a love I did not think possible: unconditional but/and affirming. And like all beautiful things I must appreciate it with its finity.
Additional Bags made out of M-1949 Sleeping bags dated to be from the Vietnam war. A cargo poncho with an interior pocket on the back and an extra large tote. Mazen stands on an abandoned Cold War missile site in front of an aircraft control antenna
functionalizing_ornament.02 brassard hoodie. Fabric is dyed with acorns, walnuts, and iron sulfate. Paired with functionalizing_ornament.01 bondage pants.
