Description
Listen to the audio description of this artwork:
“This photograph is the last I ever took of my parents. It stands as both a testament to love and a fragment of time—something I can hold onto even as the past slips away. My father’s hand, weakened by an illness we hadn’t yet named, rests gently on her body, a gesture so familiar and yet, in that moment, monumental. Light filters through the window, casting a softness over their skin, making them look like a memory already fading.
His fingers traced invisible lines on her skin spoke of time itself. The moment was suspended between past and present, between the parents I once knew and who they had become in my absence. The photograph reminds me that the past is not static; even the most intimate gestures evolve under the weight of time.
There’s comfort in the familiarity, and strangeness in how unfamiliar it feels. The way he touches her is both deeply known and oddly distant, as if I’m witnessing something no longer mine. And yet, this image connects me to them. Though it’s been almost two years since he passed, I still hear the murmur of their voices, just beyond the frame.”