On one of the notes I noticed this message:
“ My mother finally admitted to me that she is Jewish but wishes me
not to tell my children until she has passed.”
It is these kinds of secrets, the hidden, the forbidden and the unknown that
make these artists work so important. For this woman, being given the opportunity to
anonymously share in the weight of her secret, offered her a moment of relief.
And it is these secrets that sit underfoot, on walls and in fields that
layer the landscape, affecting all those who move across it, be they conscious or not.