2019 - Ongoing
It was February 24th, 2016. The day I lost my father.
I remember it clearly: the chaotic street, my mother’s hysterical scream, my father’s lifeless body lying on the ground and his empty gaze. He died from a motorcycle accident. I try to burry those images deep in my thoughts but sometimes my subconscious recall it. Remember Me as a Time of Day is a series that I created to heal my trauma, to divert that dreadful experience into, at least, something more becoming, and simply, to celebrate the life of my late father.
These photographs are an exploration of grief, loss, pain, joy presented in the hybrid of documentary and conceptual photography. I am my own subject to create a father-daughter connection and relationship. The red string between the memory of past and present. I collect family archives, albums, and my father’s belongings, illustrate it with light and shadow as a representation of life and death. Some items have a negative attachment to it, I recapture it in a subtlety beauty hoping that my subconscious would gently shift. I visited places that we would go when I was little. I devised a dream-like place where I am finally together with him. These images hold my most intimate memory and fill the void in my heart.
When you lose someone, overtimes, the images of that person will slowly fade. But the memory will always stick. Remember Me as a Time of Day has become a space to revisit the memory of my father. An imagination of mind where I could return every time I miss his presence. These photographs have become a portal between reality and dream where my universe collide. I still see my father now, he appears in my dreams and that is the only time when I get to see him. But now, I could dance with him in my sea of mind.