I wanted to capture my father’s memory in the blink of an eye, back then I didn’t know that pictures foretell the future. My photos, like father’s spectral rays in another layer, depicted the aftermath of life. When father said, “Cancer,” it enveloped life with dizziness and desperation. Tensions and suffering became a boundary between me, him, and life. Efforts to get closer to him only broadened the gap. Father’s illness dropped me into a delusion that afterward, life was akin to walking on a tightrope between reality and imagination.

Iran, Tehran | August 2017