In silence I wrote and wrote. The letters weren't meant to be sent. The energy of the writing was enough to express and let go. To let the ripples of the thoughts be free. The letters were love letters... Letters To: Myself, To Earth, To The Universe, To My Past Lover, To My Future Lovers... The hopes and the dreams, all released, all let go. And in this process, I found something. I found supreme freedom, as there was nothing left to say [1].Baker used software to translate the spoken word of each letter into sound waves; once photographed, she burned them and hand sewed unique threads to immortalise the energy of each letter.Letter To The Sun is the most elemental of the series. Glistening copper thread bursts out of the speckled grey canvas like sunbeams, then continues its journey beyond the frame: swirling, looping and spilling down to the shelf below, where it pools in a bright copper tangle, still radiating heat. Of all the letters, this is the one rugged enough to withstand the passage of time. Part framed work, part sculpture, it is the piece in the series with the most energy and movement: metallic thread catching the light as it pours off the wall.