To erase a home are two automated compositional explorations of how studying the maps of my hometown over the last few decades made me feel, the memories they brought, and the nostalgia for one of the happiest times of my life.
My grandmother smelled of coffee and the occasional cigarette, but mostly, she smelled of Jasmine flowers. She was whimsical and fierce. She was my whole world. Whenever I miss her, I look for flowers or I make flowers. They are my enduring connection to her.