For the past several years, my parents have lived abroad. Making do in rented apartments, amidst borrowed belongings, frequently having to adapt their habits and comforts to new environments. Whenever I arrive for a visit I arrive as both insider and outsider. Unfamiliar with and disconnected from their domestic spaces yet deeply entangled in their story and to them as subjects with their own transcendent continuities. Questions of authorship, intimacy, memory and belonging have all emerged as layers to the work which I hope to continue to develop and learn from for the rest of our lives together.