Rummaging through an antiques market I found this poor, broken down photo album, empty but for one or two tin types. I noticed that the fading images in the tin types, in all tin types, held the same tired hollow eyes of the survivors of the death camps of the holocaust. I have filled this album with unrelenting text and images of no reprieve.

D.H. Lawrence was a peculiar man of great intellectual vigor and creativity. HIs scandalous marriage to Frieda was tempestuous and rife with rituals of violence and reconciliation. He demanded great devotion from his friends, attempting to control and change them for their own improvement. He eventually became estranged from all of them. He was passionately devoted to his own ideas, but would abandon them in a flash. His contemporaries considered him brilliant, but ultimately impossible. While he wrote many banned pages about the importance of a freer, mystical, almost religious sexuality, he remained, at heart, a Puritan. He was apparently never able to achieve the peace and pleasure, the "mystical union" that he sought. Here stands a reliquary for his hopes.