One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-seven days after his first attempt to stop breathing, Jon drove his late model sedan to a white sandy beach. After writing me a letter and placing one shell in the magazine loading port, he rested his warm chin on top of the cold metal barrel. While facing the transparent waves of the Gulf of Mexico, he released his final exhale. P.S. don't forget to breathe This installation is an immersive experience that delves into the complex emotions surrounding the loss of a loved one. It features fragmented forms using foam, paper, nylon, and projected light, which break down the visual plane. The projected video was taken from Destin, Florida, the exact location where Jon stopped breathing.