My dad unexpectedly died of AIDS complications in 2002.

I traveled to various cities across the southern United States. I'm from the south. Each of these sites remembers what my dad and I experienced together there. The places tell me the story of what happened.

 I then used a flexible silicone based mold-making material to cast pieces of each place. The pieces represent the fragmented structure of memory. I shipped the molds back to my studio in San Francisco. I cast translucent resin into each mold— I wish to visually portray my memories in tangible form.

 The process of casting is a memory. The resulting cast is not the actual thing or event, it’s a copy that catalyzes thoughts of what the original was.  

Stump.   Cast resin of a tree stump that my dad and I sat on to pose for a picture when I was in high school. (Helen, GA)

Brotherly Love.   Cast resin of the mosaic in front of the Chi Psi fraternity house at the University of Mississippi where my dad took me after football games when I was a little girl. When he was in college, this is where he had his first homosexual experience. (Oxford, MS)

Home.   Cast resin of siding and address numbers from the front of the home in which my dad raised me. (Houston, Texas)

Bat Bridge.   Cast resin of rocks that form the bridge that houses the largest bat colony in the country. My dad used to take me there when I was a little girl to watch the bat clouds emerge at dusk. (Austin, TX)

Gaze.   Cast Resin of a hotel window and carpet where I looked out and saw my dad walking down the street with his friends. (New Orleans, LA)

Crack.   Cast resin of the crack in the sidewalk in front of AIDS Foundation Houston where my dad was forced to go to therapy as part of his probation after he was arrested for being in a gay sauna during a police raid. (Houston, TX)

Stone.   Cast resin of my dad’s gravestone. (Houston, TX)

Sacred.   Column from gay Episcopalian church where we had my dad's funeral service.