My dad died when I was twenty years old. He didn’t get to see me graduate college, get married, move into my first apartment, or open my store. And yet, I still searched for him in moments where I knew he wasn’t. I still wait for him to walk through the front door of my apartment or my store even though he has never known about these places. You would think he would have been in those places, given the amount of his things I have. Shirts, shorts, jackets, shoes. This world is still just as lived in by him as when he was here.

 

In this series, you will see images of my dad’s items in places he never was, but as if he was. While you will see these as self portraits, these images are of both of us. Together in places in places he will never know.