My dad loved doing slide shows. If I’m not mistaken, he was even part of a slide show club. I’ve been looking at some of his slides, and I wish I could reminisce and ask him questions about my childhood. I wonder how many memories are just totally gone. There are no pictures of them; he never told me the stories, they just disappeared with the deterioration of his brain. So, I decided to use some empty slide adapters of his to create wool slides of special memories that I have. Some of these memories I’m sure I could find pictures of. Others have no pictures. But they are all these little snapshots in my brain, and I wish I could share them again with my dad. Ask him if he remembers that one time that ____ happened, ask what he thought about it or felt at that time. Even though I still have my memories, as I age, I wonder how accurate they are. The way that I picture something, was that really how it was? As time passes the memories get fuzzy. Wool works as a great medium to help show this. I have these little fuzzy pictures that represent my memories, memories that were once his, too. I also have some slides where the pictures are just fuzz, and you can’t make anything clear out of them, and then some that are totally empty. These represent the memories that are slipping from his mind, and those that are gone completely. Although the images are specific to me and my experience, I think many can relate to lost opportunities to share stories with loved ones and the way we picture memories in our heads that may not be completely accurate or clear. I'm displaying them on a slide sorter. I took some pictures with light shining through, like it would I were using the slide sorter as intended, and then pics in regular light for all of them so you could see the detail.