Two years ago my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, and since that time her condition has worsened. I wonder about the double meaning of things in daily life, to be an Icelander or a Foreign Worker. My family roots are unclear; my parents are children of the Second World War and suffer from some kind of post-war PTSD, or post traumatic stress disorder, which I have inherited. I want to examine what I remember in connection with places, people and their life experiences. The memories I examine are family memories. I consider the horrifying consequences of war, family roots, and the political landscape over the years and into the future. I am not necessarily looking to change the world with my work, but wish to make my mark. There is so much that we do that is invisible, no one cares; however, art can help people to see things in a bigger context. I notice my environment, forms, landscapes, buildings, urban design and the political landscape. Space—can memories be space? My attention is directed in several places throughout the process, when I close my eyes and think of my memories, then I see a person, or their face, I see a form, and likewise with other things. I deal with form. Memories can be false and it is possible to steer them and alter.