The light is dimming.
That’s how it feels, losing the connection you cherished, knowing the light is fading, and time is running out. The years and memories spent in blissful ignorance becoming nothing more than a figment of my imagination. I wanted to convey the deteriorating relationship I have with my dad visually, and show it slipping through my fingers. It’s always been important but endlessly stagnant; a stalemate, yet so monumentally shifting in ways.
It’s changed my life and how I live, how I think, how I breathe.
I want my work to resonate with the viewer on a personal level; to give them a glimpse into our relationship and make them think about theirs. The emptiness of the print gives off an uncomfortable aura, it’s only you and him, his face and yours, nothing more.
He’s a light in the dark. A fading light. But a light, nonetheless.
It’s a strange feeling. Losing something so simple but so complex. Will it ever be the same? Can it be fixed? To some degree, maybe yes, but in retrospect, the light will always be dimmer.