I was interested in how personal and public events coalesce in one's memory when they occur roughly at the same time - in this case, my father's and grandmother's deaths, the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center on September 11th, 2001, and the Gulf oil spill, the worst oil spill in U.S. history.

There are two layers of translucent silk, the top layer listing things I had remembered and the bottom layer listing things I had forgotten.  Sometimes the things we remember about a person or an event are just sensations or visual impressions and not facts: I might forget the date of the oil spill, but I will remember forever the images of the birds covered with oil, washed up on the shore.