This work happened by accident. While visiting my family in Hong Kong, I was invited to a funerary offering store by a friend of mine. They sold offerings designed to be burned at the graves of one’s ancestors to provide them with anything they might need for the afterlife: paper replicas of money, clothes, cars, plane tickets, etc. Thinking of my deceased relatives, I was so enchanted by this idea that I bought quite a selection of the offerings, though for no ancestor in particular. I’m not exactly how much of this process I believe in or even if my deceased relatives believed in it, but these paintings are my way of dealing with my memories of them. Their memory only exists in my mind. The paintings reflect the quality of these memories – the fragmentary glimpses of those who are gone.