Postcards to My Father

Postcards to My Father is a personal project about death – about loss that can never be undone, about the emptiness the dead leave behind, about the figure of the father, both disputed and undeniable. It is the record of a years-long journey: fragmented, scattered images gathered from a pilgrimage into the realm of grief. A journey from inside out and from outside in.

This project speaks of the dull ache of mourning, of memories, and of the abrupt awakening from the illusion that anything is eternal. Life is painfully brief, people are transient, and our notions of them are fragile. Death, even when expected, always devastates. When it comes for a parent, it leaves the living with words unspoken, letters unwritten, sights unseen, thoughts unshared.

Postcards to My Father is my attempt to reach him – my father – somewhere in the otherness of the beyond. It is an effort to reconcile with anger, to face the loss, and to soften the edges of emptiness. The exhibition is a series of photographs addressed to him – a final chance for words in a farewell for which I was not prepared.

As I worked on this project for over a year, I realized that in this emptiness I am not alone. Conversations with friends led me to the harbor of a shared pain where we all eventually dock when we lose a parent. That is why I decided the project should not remain only within my private grief, but also offer others a chance for their own farewell.

Postcards to My Father brings together a photographic exhibition and a social installation – a space inviting everyone to send their own message to their father, whether through text, photograph, drawing, object, or other form. It is an open space for mourning, a place that welcomes sorrow and the expression of intimate pain.

Ultimately, Postcards to My Father is a project about endings, about letting go of memories, and about saying goodbye to our fathers.