There is a particular light here in Houston, a muted unsaturated, almost an ailing light. It occurs in the early morning and in the evening. It is this light that I actively seek. It allows me to absorb the details in the buildings, which would otherwise be blown out by the intense sun and heat of midday.

The things I remember, the open window, the lines, the light and it’s shadow. As we travel and collect memories I began to wonder how much we remember accurately. Can this one piece of paper be transformed to create what an individual sees, connects with and therefore remembers what drew their eye to it in the first instance?