On May 14, 2003, my father held my stepmother’s hand, closed his eyes and submitted to the disease that had slowly consumed him. After a long and debilitating battle, cancer finally conquered his body. His death left me heartbroken, confused and lost. The world suddenly appeared unfamiliar to me. In my search for comfort, I relied on my camera to create an alternate vision, hoping that photography could provide a means to understanding and then moving beyond my despair.
My father had picked out an area among the evergreens in a state park where he wished his ashes to be scattered. On one of his better days, he took a ride with his old friend and pointed out the exact location. A few months later, his family and closest friends gathered at this spot with the brown cardboard box that held his remains. Feeling the brittle bits of my father’s bones in my fingers one moment and watching them be carried away by the wind the next, I had never before felt so connected to the earth. In the coming months and years, I found myself returning to that ground and searching for a way to visually capture the profound feelings I had experienced.
My latest series, Anew, attempts to create an alternate reality for those who have experienced a loss. It is my intention to travel to the locations where ashes have been scattered and photograph the landscape in order to create a new way of seeing and experiencing the place. Through these images, I hope to offer participating families a fresh perspective: one of peace, beauty and hope.
I am currently looking for volunteers for this project. If you are interested in participating, please contact me at email@example.com