Medium
• C-type print of me and my cremated Grandfather.

Intent
• I really don't know what my intention is.

The Work
• Status
- Complete.

• I was in the garage at my Father's house when I found my Grandfather.

I moved the shovel to the left and picked up a white cardboard box that weighed a lot for its size. On one knee, I held the box in one arm while the other lifted the lid. Inside was a brown plastic box. It took me a minute to pry the lid of the plastic box. Inside was a plastic bag filled with grey matter held closed by a piece of wire. The same wire with the paper coating that you close your fruits and vegetables up with at the grocery store. I knew who I was holding now and as my heart-rate tripled. I looked behind me to see if there were any witnesses. It felt like I was caught looking at pornography. I closed the boxes and put them back and pretended that nothing had happened. In my hands I held my Grandfather. He was very dead. He was very burned. I was in the garage at my Father's house when I found him.

I have since gone back to the scene. Picked my Grandfather up and took him. He is right behind me now. At my desk. In his boxes.

•The next iteration of this piece will be a photo of me, my father, my brother, and my grandfather.