I rediscovered a family photo box two years ago. An image of my grandfather sat on the top of the piles in the tupperware box. The photo created an immediate intensity and infected the entire family photobox. My grandfather committed suicide twenty years before I was born. From the point of this discovery, I have needed to explore why vernacular photographs can create haunting resonances. There seem to be limits to the information we can glean from photographs. Photographs like this one activate our desires to fill in unknown details. They also encourage personal hauntings and lingering myths. This gap between knowledge and experience is the starting point of my thesis. In my photomedia practice I use narratives and mythology to explore limits of knowledge and mysterious entanglements provoked by our experiences with family photography. It affirms my existence from his.
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