If the identity is understood as the self-perceived unity of body and soul, does it disappear with death? Or is it not a conglomerate of the perception and memories of others, that get shared and carried on? And is this the equivalent of the soul?

For those who are left behind, the absence and the memories of their loved one become a new entity. Lived and recollected identity merge - what is left of the soul of a human get's carried on and lives on in others. My father's cancer created a gap that grew to replace his presence. My perspective of life and its boundaries were displaced. Where does that, which isn't anymore, end and where does it begin?

This transition is what I tried to understand, with the aid of the camera to create a distance between me and the reality of the situation. Not to shy away from it, but to make it possible to graps that which one tries to deny: a person fading away.