I’ve had this idea/ memory in mind for a while before bringing it into fruition.
In June, my father passed away. We didn’t have much time together, and I hadn’t seen him since I was about seven years old. When I heard the news, what I felt wasn’t one simple thing. It was grief mixed with confusion, and a quiet ache for conversations that never happened.
What I hold closest are the small moments. Him teaching me how to ride a bike. Watching him play basketball. Walking to the liquor store lol. The feeling of being cared for, even when life felt uncertain around us. Our relationship lived in those pockets of tenderness. Imperfect, but real.
This image comes from that place. It isn’t about blame or exposing something painful. It’s a reconstruction of memory, built from the love that existed, the distance that followed, and the belief that someone can be trying even when the circumstances are heavy.
A lot of my work is shaped by assignments and structure. This isn’t. Making this asked me to be more open than I’m used to, and to trust that vulnerability and gratitude can exist at the same time.
I’m deeply thankful to
@nelsnegatives for creating a space that encouraged me to push boundaries and
@tble.co for inspiring me to make something more personal and more honest than I usually allow myself to be. I’m also grateful to have shared this experience alongside so many talented artists whose work continues to inspire me.
Thank you to
@dylxnramirez @jimmi_ray @diamondcity.frenchies for helping me bring this to with a less than 24hr notice.
Thank you for taking the time to see this.
Thank you for holding it with me.
