I wasn’t sure how to pull it all together. So I wrote an equation: Reflection is the sum of experience as an object degrades. That became the premise. I was thinking about gold, adornment, gay culture. I planned a fixed-duration performance—something between invitation and experiment. I advertised it: Touch me. I showed up at underwear night at a local gay bar. A 24kt gold leaf circle applied to my chest. Dressed. Undressed. I was touched. Dressed again. Home. Undressed again. What remained of the gold? A record. A residue. A reflection.