Grief is a universal subject, everyday there’s something we lose- tangible or not, they have a way of making us mourn and wishing we never lost them. Interestingly, the demise of a person isn’t a complete erasure of their existence, but rather an absence of tangible presence which can be seen, touched and appreciated. The smiles they once shared, their properties, name and other infinitesimal phenomenon still stand as testimony to their time shared and spent with the living. In line with this belief, I took home a portrait of my late grandmother & photographed her in places she had been to and the remarkable people she had spent her years with.

‘The last Time I called…’ is a project created to register loss, how it dampens nostalgia, leaving holes in once whole places. It moves to explore what is left of our possessions and loved ones when we die, how they cope and move on from the reality of our absence. Select images from the expedition are thus below. The last select image is called “The Final Resting Place”, and as the title suggests, the portrait rests on the lintel in my grandfather’s home, where all other notable figures of his life are mounted and memorialised forever.