Add to ORKGWalking with my mother in front of our apartment building on Saturday, we can see our laundry and everyone else's hanging on balconies to dry. My mother is so proud that our white laundry is the whitest and cleanest-looking of all. This makes her day. My most persistent memories of my mother are of her washing me as a child, cleaning the house, washing clothes and cooking. In my M.F.A. exhibition, I investigate issues of cleanliness and purity related to being my mother's daughter, the memories created by my relationship with her, and the parallel relationship that I have with my motherland, Moldova, which I left in 2001. At the same time, I explore the relationship between memory and performance, my medium of choice for examining the is...