Photographs are racked with instability. They fade, are lost, or wrecked by our computers. They are as fragile as our memories. My artistic practice is motivated by family photographs that have been scattered by their descendants. The transmission of a shared history is being replaced by forgetting and lost lineages. In Unexpected End of Files, sensibly seated old ladies, boys in boots, mittened children and stuffed bunnies chart the narrative path of a family reconstituted. A reinvented childhood becomes the memory-image, allowing each of us piece together our own story. And you, would you do it?