My haunted images depict my wading through tragedy as I wander in search for any recognizable trace of the self I once knew. The faceless figures frozen, mid-motion in a still-frame, reflect my limbo of forlornness after the passing of my father. Death leaves the living behind with altered perspective on their existence. The once clear visions of my future and myself appear to me as a haze, like a vague memory of someone I once met in a dream. I wade & wander onward until I find an alternate way toward where I was always going.
Dedicated to my recently departed loved ones:
William Jones, Lesa Meyes, Afran Hirsch and Howard Mac Jones