In June 2025, my grandfather took his own life on the front lawn of the house he built.

In the hours and days after we lost him, I began documenting his spaces and our grief; taking portraits of his handwriting and stashes of things.

As my shock subsided and the grief evolved, I began reminiscing about the afternoons spent in his garage - helping him fix up motorcycles and cars, learning how to garden, learning about his obsession with music. I turned to my clown persona as a tool to grieve, and began taking self portraits in a space that built a large part of who I am.