Dad

"The human face is indeed, like the face of a god of some oriental theogony, a whole cluster of faces, crowded together but on different planes so that one does not see them all at once" - Marel Proust

This ongoing portrait project explores my relationship with my father, a quiet man whose work as a mortician was hidden from me and my siblings until I was 17. This secrecy, left me fascinated by his sombre profession and the parallels to his reserved personality.

My father's silent nature has defined our relationship. Despite my love for him, I struggled to connect with his inner world. It wasn’t until I began photographing him that we discovered a new way to bond—moments behind the lens became opportunities for conversation and laughter, offering a rare intimacy.

Over the past decade, I've used photography to reconnect with him. The camera became a bridge, easing the awkwardness and allowing a deeper exploration of his character. At its core, this project celebrates our quiet, shared moments and the bond we have. It raises questions about the essence of a photographic portrait: how much can be revealed through the camera's eye, and what cannot?