This piece stems from the feeling of nostalgia; looking through old photo albums and rummaging through family artifacts. The words from Philip Levine brought out the emotion I felt thinking back on generational aspects of my family; the poem, A Story. Fabric panels that were meant to be made into clothing pieces are now holding the words from Levine. Knowing all along that things and people come to a physical end but being able to hold onto the memories and photos create a sense of comfort. People start to fade away generation after generation until there is nothing left but memory fades quicker. When before you know it you are just a picture that no one knows anymore and your memories vanish with it.