This image has been on my mind for some time, several years in fact. The sloping ground is based on one of the family farm fields, the ‘High Field’. The Greek myth of Sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill only for it to roll back down is the underlying idea. Here, I’m nearing the top of the ‘high field’ and the rope that I’m pulling my father up the slope with is about to snap. The coffin will slide back down to the bottom of the field, and the whole pulling exercise will begin again. It’s about living with long term bereavement from suicide. Forever grateful to my late mother for taking two photographs of my father lying in the funeral home.