The tragedy of my father's death and the separation from my first born son as he goes to college impacts my daily thoughts and obsessions. I have declared my home the fertile ground for documentation. In my seemingly unchangeable lab, I find rituals of repetition. I acknowledge those that have honored the home space and regard the objects they have left as proof of their existence. I long to integrate the spirit of my father amd my son through the sanctification of their remnants. The Swiss flag of my father's homeland is built from my sons shirts. Another Swiss flag is my blood. The video depicts a ceremony in my father's honor. I mark my past by creating a new archive. The family album exists as a story of separation and a parable of reverence.
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