Grief is the hardest thing I have ever experienced. My grandfather was my favorite person on the planet. After his passing, everything in my life feels like it keeps going back to him. I have been slowly going through his belongings and trying to piece together his life through his photography and documents. I am desperately searching for any type of connection to him — his childhood home, photography from his travels, a screenshot from his computer. I process my feelings through my work, revealing the heartbreak through imagery and type.