Suffocating You With My Love
And for a moment to feel you behind me, whispering to never give up
The first time I managed to sit with my grief, and look at the photograph of my father triggered many emotions. In this work, his face is blurred by the darkness of his illness. My and my mother’s hands are wrapped around my father’s face, shielding him from the blizzard of dementia. He was still his true self, but no longer really himself.