A body remains here, another seems to exist somewhere beyond reach. Space stretches, scale changes, perspective becomes unstable. Grief does that too: it distorts what is near, what is far, what is real, and what can no longer be touched.
The figure moves toward us, almost crossing the boundary of the image, but never fully returns.
I created this work in the months after my mother’s death, while trying to understand what it means for someone to be gone and yet remain everywhere.