LOOKING FOR MY FATHER

I have almost no memories of my father. It seems that with his suicide he not only took his but also all my memories with him. I was 8 years old then.
There is not much left of his life except a bust my grandfather made of him. A portrait that captures his lostness in an incredibly tangible way.

And so I combined my grandfather's work with mine and created my very own memories.

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my Father
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