How do I examine the relationship, loving and complicated, with my family when they are not near? They are a part of me, and apart from me. They are the first pages written in my autobiography, as well as the index. These photographs have become the object of my contemplation. Through examining the traces of gesture, I alter these objects as substitute bodies, as a way to regard my mothers across the void. They appear to me in photos, and I will let their appearances deceive me, for now, in order to bring their insubstantial bodies closer.