Friday Papers began with the start of a new school year. The piles of papers my four children brought home each Friday began to pile up, stuffed into drawers to "look at later". There were messages about fundraising lunches, after-school Chinese classes, spelling tests, and kindergarten choir concerts all printed in bold ink on 8.5x11 paper in eye-catching neon pinks and yellows, greens and blues that drew me in. These objects began to seem less like informative announcements and more like art materials, visual testaments to both the ephemeral nature of childhood materials and the mother's apparent duty to attend to and preserve each tiny detail in case they might hold enduring value. In this series, I abstract the materials themselves in order to question the value of the history apparently embedded in them and the role of the mother as keeper of that history for her children.

--2019