Memory first caught my attention after watching my Mother suffer the effects of dementia and gradually forget everything. Memory was not just some thing or events we once experienced, but integral to our identity and sense of self, and its loss profoundly affected not just the affected, but those around them. At the time I couldn't process it's meaning, then two decades later began this body of work that use memories to tell stories using images and text in both ceramics and drawing. Through the process of telling, the memories fragmented in many perspectives and representations as I cycled through my hopes, regrets, fears, desires and many others that made up my experience of adolescence when as I began to find myself, my Mother began to lose hers.