A KIND OF RESIDUE

Using a camera to catalog my thought processes and sensory reactions to everyday life after the sudden passing of a parent yielded many unsettling questions. Who am I after a profound and tragic loss? Is my gaze now defined by my history with him, or maybe just the aftershocks? Is this an honest document of grief? Will guilt and regret eventually lead to absolution?



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A KIND OF RESIDUE

Using a camera to catalog my thought processes and sensory reactions to everyday life after the sudden passing of a parent yielded many unsettling questions. Who am I after a profound and tragic loss? Is my gaze now defined by my history with him, or maybe just the aftershocks? Is this an honest document of grief? Will guilt and regret eventually lead to absolution?




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