Collecting Pieces of my Journey
I spent a lot of time looking for rocks across this country while I was growing up, and it provided a basis for my identity. Now, instead of collecting rocks I take photographs. At some point I started photographing my feet as a sort of reminder to observe and reflect on the journey that has put me where I am, and to understand the history behind it. I heard a concentration camp survivor share her story some four years ago. At that point, some part of her past linked with mine. Although I did not bear witness to the horrors of Dachau or Auschwitz, I can attest that the Holocaust happened. In the same way I photograph to document what I hope to be a “different” revision of the absurdly western and capitalist history we are taught, I photograph my feet to chart my own steps.