This is also a work in progress. In continuing the ideas of memory and remembering in my work, this is a more harsh response rather than focus on the beauty of the unremembered moments, I am trying to deal with the 'memory objects' or rather, the lack of them. As a result of my physical distance from my family, I also don't have any say or role in the 'tending to the affairs' of my grandmother's house. The physical objects that I might remember her and my grandfather by are objects that are, for the most part, out of reach, due to the family tensions that arise after suggested/imagined/real insults and slights. The 'important' memory of a family gathered for a funeral is supposed to be a time of sadness and gathering together of memories yet it often ends up as a negative and angry time, with arguments over the will, the disposal of property, the search for hidden objects, money stowed in books the threads of connection begin to dissolve. This work is just beginning to explore the uncomfortable and ignored side of the family dynamic.