The Shape of Negative Space:
In the summer of 2014, while sifting through my mother's closet in Seattle, Washington, I came upon 12 rolls of undeveloped, 35mm film family photographs. In the winter of 2014, I developed the rolls of film to discover photographs of holidays and visits with my (now deceased father, who passed in 1999). The images below are an artifact of the moments i re-discovered my disappearing father imprinted in the emulsion.
The images below seek to express the absence. The images below seek to express the migraines, the nights i lay on the floor, the ultimate dark purple of the walls in the first apartment, the phone call, the "i won't be around for much longer," the letters he sent (the envelopes), the knowing before it happened, the yellow bus at the top of the hill at Blakeley, my preschool graduation, the red dress i wore, the grilled cheeses with ketchup, the exhaustion, the baths, the little jars of essential oils my mother kept, the smell of the carpet. The images below tell the truth of the space in between. The images below seek to accept the negative space. The images below are a meditation on loss, and a document of resilience.
Each piece was printed on 8.5 x 11" pieces of inkjet printer paper.