There was a single moment of near contact with my father when I was 7 years old; as his hand suddenly reached through the letterbox of my mother's front door. He died eight years after this brief encounter took place. It would be another decade until I would learn of his death, from the mouth of my grandmother as we wandered through the aisles of our local supermarket. Over the preceding years, discovering information about my father proved near impossible, with family members only revealing fragments of who he might have been and what he might have been like. In an attempt to uncover this immaterial man, I collaborate with clairvoyants to trace an impression of my estranged father. The information gathered is translated within a visual framework, where psychic drawings, automated writing, and visual documentation of the attempts to communicate with my father are integrated.