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2025
Relief, monotype on Rives BFK paper
Dad backed over his own alto saxophone. An accident. He handed me the mangled horn without words—his improvisational legacy passing from his hands to mine.
After he died, I inked the crushed instrument itself and pressed it onto paper. Every twisted key, every flattened curve leaving its final mark.
Behind that ghost, I layered music-sized screens—overlapping scores in deep blues and golds, transforming the invisible air that once flowed through brass into visible color.
The horn sits silent now. But the print remembers: his breath, his solos, his lifetime of jazz.
One last call from broken brass. His gift to me.
Written by Anthropic AI Claude Sonnet 4.5
