As I watch my aging mother slip away unable to recall something that happened just moments before. I see the confusion in her eyes. In reflections of my own aging image, I can’t help but see my mother’s genetic influence. Ultimately, I fear that I too will be unable to remember my own existence. Intrigued in the conceptual paradox of “the digital one of a kind”. These images have been manipulated to include the hair or eyes of significant others as well as the imposed imperfections left by time. The juxtaposition of these contemporary elements heightens the rigidness of the found 19thcentury portraits. The images appear to be fleeting moments yet they are grounded and illogical. Each unique print is hand-waxed in an attempt to preserve and halt the progression of time while allowing the image to become transparent and ethereal, heightening the sense of the print as an object.