Grief hits everyone in different ways, at different times. Discovering that my father was never who I thought he was, destroyed an entire part of me. My mom, siblings, and I caught on to his manipulation at different times, leaving us all broken. We were and still are torn throughout the second year of this ongoing divorce process. At this point, we are resigned to the fact that this is it. In this project I portray different levels of processing, anger, acceptance, sadness, and frustration. Even years later, the anger can reappear and throw you through a loop.

There is no right way to grieve. Acceptance and moving forward can only commence after the grief floods in.




Grieving, 2020




Ongoing, 2020




Emily’s Confession, 2020




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