Days after my father died, I touched as many of his things as I could. After meditating on each item, I photographed it, carving a headstone in pixels. Each image in Things Left Behind represents a part of the man I so terribly miss and makes the permanent void of his absence less vast.
Days after my father died, I touched as many of his things as I could. After meditating on each item, I photographed it, carving a headstone in pixels. Each image in Things Left Behind represents a part of the man I so terribly miss and makes the permanent void of his absence less vast.