The office is in my father's house as we prepared to sell it after he died. It seems generic after we cleared out his things but still evokes his memory for me. This memory is bittersweet as I miss him. The trees, quiet with heavy snow, provide some countermeasure. I added the bits of packaging collecting in drifts around the office furniture, waiting for a new family to clear the consumer clutter and bring new life to the space.
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- Collections: Life remixed, Mixed media