Drawing is more than representing an object. For me, it’s an attempt to summon memories, an impractical and at times clunky way of traveling back in time to retrieve the irretrievable and reconcile past with present. Inanimate objects, each with stories that silently resonate from within, provide a path into a particular history. For me, drawing is a means of meditating on that history, along with the uncomfortable inevitability of loss. The act results in the production of another, more hopeful object—the drawing itself— which then begins its own story.