Upon finding a photographic album of an anonymous young woman at a local market, Lancaster took to the procedural task of copying each photograph as a drawing onto the dedicatory pages torn from old second hand books. On closer inspection the occasional photograph reveals a portrait of Hitler in the living room of ordinary domesticity, and the ink of Nazi beaurocracy rubber-stamped on official photographs. It transpires that the young woman, like many Germans of that era, is a member of the Nazi party. By making generic this archive of images and occasions, birthdays, holidays, parties, and dances, Lancaster’s work draws out a question from within our initial nostalgic response, revealing a darker morally dubious shadow behind the empathy and sentiment that is initially evoked.