Ascension

It was around 3 a.m. when I made this. I had to make something and I was too tired to dance or write.
1 metre away from me my father was in his chair, sleeping. Terminally ill. I told a friend I made this not knowing what the images meant to me and not wanting to know. But they all signify death in some way or other. Even the family shots. Those moments are gone. And I sit here just trying to stay present to everything thats happening and everything I'm feeling. I could be doing a better job of that.