When i was a child my father would send photographs of flowers from people’s gardens. These would be sent with letters and birthdays cards following my parent’s separation. I stopped speaking to my father at about the age of 13 due to family politics. When i eventually attempted to rekindle the relationship i was informed he had passed away five years earlier. I was told his ashes where scattered in the Strzelecki Ranges, a place he loved and i was given a rough idea of where this was but the directions never made sense. Every-now and then i glimpse people that remind me of dad or look like they could be him. This rose is a message for my father, a symbol of communication that he would recognise if he is still alive.
Dear Dad consists of one photograph of a singular rose. 50 prints where produced with 47 distributed as bill posters across Melbourne.
