All my life my father built this wall between us. To protect me from his self-destructive lifestyle, they said. I tried to break it but I couldn't. I wanted to take some portraits of him to establish a familiar relationship but I missed my only chance. And now I'm lost in the few fading memories from my childhood and stuck between paradox feelings. Maybe now i can at least get a little bit closer to him through this „Self-Portrait with my Father“.
/2017