My family functions first and foremost as a unit of grief and remembrance. We are verloren hoop: a lost, forlorn heap. These works make monuments of sentimental items. This knitted, patchwork blanket — crafted many years ago by my Oma — hold memories, experience, and age within its many knots. Large scale paintings situate it within an unknown and ambiguously rendered environment to serve as a reminder that it is not the place that is important, but the memories you bring with you.