Sundered

When my sister first told me about our dad's death, I was in such denial and disbelief that I completely blocked it out, even attempting to call him later that day. My dad always answered the phone so quickly that I wouldn’t even hear it ring on my end. So when the phone rang and rang and he didn’t answer, it felt like I was losing my mind. The incessant ringing, which had never happened before, became haunting, echoing the finality of his absence. This piece visually represents that shattering moment of realization and the overwhelming emotional void that followed, illustrating the depth of my grief and the surreal feeling of losing touch with reality in the face of such a loss. I miss him dearly. Today marks two years and I can still hear the ringing.