When looking at old family photos I cannot recall the vast majority of the information captured. The memories that I am searching for are repressed. Nearly 3 decades have passed, yet my brother and I are still plagued with loss and anger from the bitter divorce of our parents and the distasteful relationship between them today. Only recently have I made the connections to my scholarly and artistic interests in memory and developmental learning. I have realized that since my childhood I subconsciously erase difficult and painful memories. In the same way my artistic process involves manually erasing myself from certain photographs. Sorting through the photographs from my childhood has not been a rummage for lost memories but rather seeking an understanding of how and why these forlorn images have affected my development. This intense reworking of the images, a process that involves digitally layering, erasing, and highlighting certain parts of each photograph to create one fluid image, constitutes a family album which I have now have control over as the maker and the psychological subject.