My work explores the emotional struggle of coming to terms with the death of my father.
I always hear about how the world changed after September 11th, but I was too young to experience the world before it. I never remember properly having a father, or rather the experiences most people have with their fathers. I don’t really know who he was apart from the stories I’m told. I’m struggling to reconcile with the death of this person I feel, in some ways, I hardly knew, yet he had such a profound effect on my life.
I don’t remember him for myself, I can’t remember it. I don’t know the sound of his voice or the sound of his laugh. I only know what he looked like from the pictures we keep around the house. Near every memory I have of him is being in a picture frame. Those limited memories of him are fading away and keeping that feeling of loss ever present in my mind.
Exploring this struggle, I set to capture the commute he took into work everyday until his death. A metaphor for the disconnect I feel with understanding who he was as a person. There is a strange clarity in death. All things are uncertain except the permanence of it all
Kyle Maddison
