This body of work was fueled by my interest in famous historical crimes, but I was also grieving the death of my Father from dementia in 2009. My Father had been a domineering and violent figure for much of my life. When I was 25, he had a brain aneurysm. He survived but with complete amnesia he would only partially recover from. His long illness and slow mental decline elicited complicated feelings of compassion and loss, but I also fantasized about abusing the control that I then wielded, the way he had done to me.