My father brought old books with him in the 1950s from Jaipur to London, then Montreal to the San Francisco Bay Area. These books did not survive intact over the many decades he kept them near. In the end, decaying and half eaten by mites, these fragments slipped out of those pages and found a new life spanning multiple canvases. Figures come together, unplanned, in what fragments remain from documents stepping out of time. Explore each installation by clicking the corresponding FRAGMENTS square below: