From 2007 to 2013, I set up installations outdoors that did not withstand the elements. This was the beginning of my understanding that I could create work that is the opposite of permanence.

My fascination with the ephemeral was probably reinforced by the long-term illness my late mother endured: a rare form of dementia, called Frontotemporal Lobar Degeneration. Like delicate things left outdoors to rot, her deterioration was slow, her decline inevitable. It is no coincidence that these works were created either on the grounds of my parents' home in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania or in close proximity.

After they were constructed, I photographed each piece like a school year portrait. The final image becomes a memory for reflection. What could not be achieved in life is constantly possible in art. The year following my mother's death, the need to create these installations could no longer be felt; so I stopped.

*The works with my body in them were photographed by my father, William Schaming.