This piece was one of the first artworks I created upon my arrival in Boston in 1998. I collected a number of leaves from the ground and painstakingly added text to them. Each leaf spelled a word from e.e.cummings poem "now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have".
I installed the leaves in a small pile in the gallery, and that was the installation. However, over the course of the exhibition, visitors started picking through the leaves and moving them around the gallery, creating sentences as if they were magnetic words on a refrigerator. I hadn't planned this, but it was nice to watch the piece take on a life of its own. The leaves started to break from handling, and some were taken by visitors. This is a shot of the installation on the last day of the exhibition.