

In the meantime, he had been hospitalized and then sent to ‘Our Lady’s Manor’ which is a care home administered by an order of nuns. This is literally moments after I saw him for the first time in 3 years. I was gutted when I saw him, so physically diminished, yet bright and coherent despite the crumbling infrastructure.




It became clear that it was very difficult for me to figure out which emotion was calling me the most. I made the picture to solidify the moment.



My father spilt most of his life into this area, everyone knew him, he was a hand, act or part in this area for 88 years.




My father spilt most of his life into this area, everyone knew him, he was a hand, act or part in this area for 88 years.

My father spilt most of his life into this area, everyone knew him, he was a hand, act or part in this area for 88 years.


I had a deadline, my part in a charade. I got one day with my father.
The window frame tells me that I have no control, I include it in the frame, to convey a sense of constraint. Other things going on outside the window, are reinforcements on this concept.