I'm exploring reflections in this piece. How similar frontiers can be. Mine of healing and his of discovery. Both of loss. Of love. Ideas of mutual mutilation. Of secretive natures. Of anonymity. Of performance. Pretending to be someone else, to slip on the costume, to escape for a while in the "great unknown". Then having to come back to oneself. Either with open arms or closed fists. I'm exploring echoes in this piece. Each entry is rooted in Jack's original words. Inspired by the visual engagements he faced, now similarly my own. I've framed my own heartache with his and I've discovered through the red walls, the cracked caverns, forests, glances, boats, birds, cages, veins, rivers, I've discovered myself looking back.