This is one among hundreds of gravestone portraits I photographed at various New York City cemeteries, including Calvary, St. Michael's, Mt. Zion, and others. I became interested in these pictures for the style of portraiture they represent, but I became further taken by their fragility. This man's face was smashed by a vandal (or perhaps an irate descendant) but other of the portraits have worn and cracked from exposure to the elements and other natural means of decay. I chose to take the series of photos and mass them together into a wall of portraits in a way which I believe enhances the personal nature of the pictures while forming something altogether new. A face of faces, a wall of memory, a chipped and worn collection of brittle images whose state of decay expresses the passage of time and the fading memory of our forebears.