In coming to terms with the idea that during this time and space my father and I could not peacefully coexist, I found myself with the responsibility of sorting through his belongings and collecting the pieces of him that remained on Earth. Rummaging through the clutter was overwhelming at times, but I found it therapeutic to photograph each item, as found—as he left them. Photographing and documenting the aftermath has helped me be able to look at everything in a more objective way. Objectification often carries a negative connotation, but I see it as a way of breaking down the story so that it is easier to digest. Using photography as a universal language to transform my pain into art is the only way that I can find meaning in such a traumatic event.
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