Portrait of my Father Paul

Portrait of my Father Paul was brought about by the sudden death of my father in 2011 from mesothelioma, a rare and virulent form of cancer caused by asbestos. My father was resourceful, creative and hard-working. He loved to invent, solve problems and build all sorts of things with his hands. All these activities were taken place in his garage. I photographed the inside of his garage in order to create a portrait that would pay tribute to my father’s memory. The garage he built with his own hands, and the garage’s contents and layout (all of its objects and where they were placed, marks and writing on various surfaces, work clothes, and a variety of furniture repurposed from my childhood) are just a few examples of the human traces left behind that have a deep emotional, symbolic and concrete impact – and that testify of my father’s existence.

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