On November 30th, 2021, at 7:30 a.m., my father’s body was discovered on Winslow Gray Road, along the southern coast of Cape Cod. Investigators estimate that he had been struck, killed, and left to die at 5:02 p.m. the previous evening. The temperature had fallen to 26 degrees Fahrenheit. He was just a few houses away from his home. No suspect has ever been found.

This life-altering tragedy reshaped my understanding of safety and justice, forcing me to navigate a reality fractured by grief and unanswered questions. In my attempt to make sense of such a stark and violent loss, I embarked on a two-part body of work: “Winslow Gray Road” and “Conversations with You.” These projects are both an act of investigation and a cathartic release - a way to reconcile evidence with helplessness, fact with raw emotion. More than art, they are a necessity, giving grief a place to rest.

“Winslow Gray Road” is a three-and-a-half-year exploration of loss, using photography to document and dissect the objects and images surrounding my father’s death. In the immediate aftermath, I found myself moving between two worlds: the familiar warmth of his home and the cold, indifferent space where his life ended. I gathered remnants from the crime scene - dirt, gravel, leaves, pine needles, a shred of his clothing, and fragments of the perpetrator’s headlight. I made a cast of the tire tracks - a tangible link to the person who took him from me. Ultimately, I created a memorial there, a marker of love and unresolved justice.

Inside his home, I lingered, drawn to the untouched rooms where his presence still lived: the scent of him, the careful arrangement of his belongings. It was as if time had paused in defiance of reality. Before anything faded, or became altered, I began to photograph his home. This became “Conversations with You,” a visual dialogue between absence and memory, between the tangible remnants of his life and my response to them.

This two-part series is an exploration of what it means to love in the face of uncertainty. An unsolved homicide is a slow unraveling, a constant unmaking of what was once whole. In this space between knowing and not knowing, between presence and void, my art seeks to illuminate the complexities of grief, love, and the enduring weight of unanswered questions.

Archival Inkjet Prints