In a Bottle

I’ve been working on a series surround my father’s alcoholism since he left a few years ago. It’s been an effective way to process the things that have happened over the course of my relationship with him. It took a long time to stop being anything but angry with him. But sometimes more recently I’ve been missing him, wondering about him. I don’t know where he is or if he ever misses me. But I know that he’s probably drinking. This is the latest photograph from the series that I completed a few weeks ago.

In a Bottle