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With white walls fading

and faces becoming unknown,

I am left with pieces of my past.

The experience of losing a loved one jolts us on every conceivable level. For me, after losing my grandparents, there was an undoubted misalignment of the physical and the spiritual body. Capturing the dislocated nature of my being, I created a series of self-portraits with a haunting ghostly glitch. Absence, dissipation, and repetition, my physical body takes on new forms within each image. Through each reinterpretation of myself, the emotional strain, the anxiety, the fear, and the grief surfaced. Each image reveals the isolation and disconnects we internalize in the wake of loss.

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