The house that I was born and raised in in Brooklyn, New York City, was originally owned by my paternal grandfather.
My parents lived in that house until 2007 when they then retired and moved to Florida. My brother and his family then moved in and one day when my brother was renovating the garage he came across various sheets of newspaper that my grandfather had put between the walls as insulation.
Finding such old newspapers behind a wall in my house was an exhilarating feeling. It coincidentally tied into my theme of "excavation" and also made me think about my roots and my grandfather with whom i didn't have much of a relationship with in the last 10 years of his life.
This is the piece of newspaper that I received from my brother. I tried to use it so many different ways and turn it into an "artwork" until I realized that every time I did that I was interfering with the artwork that was there in front of me and realized that it's an artwork all by itself.
The brown color is due to the natural discoloration of the newsprint that is now over 77 years in the making.