We are the sum of our memories. And eventually, of how others remember us. This portrait, drawn on the backs of 34 envelopes - one for each year the sitter was alive, is cross-hatched in biro as an absent-minded doodle might be. Inside each envelope is a piece of paper on which a memory of the person is written. It is roughly drawn, and over drawn, with obsessive rhythm. An at once distracted yet absorbed action; on the one hand the mind is engaged in some other focus, whilst the other, distrait hand, illustrates the mind’s innermost thoughts. This piece is about a gathering in, but also of dispersal - as with the constructing of a whole, comes the potential of it’s deconstruction.