Here is part 4 of a letter I got from Devin in 1986, I think. In the previous installation, he realized that he could draw on the other side of the piece of paper. So he did. Through the years, in my basement storage, the paper somehow turned translucent, so when he drew on both sides of the piece of paper, both sides came through at the same time. There are faces in there somewhere, but everything is melting, merging, falling into just a series of horizontal lines, falling to the words, some empty horizons.