what i keep returning to

street

Often alone with my camera, making portraits with strangers is my way of connecting to life around me.

 

bobi

My grandmother Shoshana Kahn, née Rose Sachs, who I called bobi and lived four blocks from us in Brooklyn, passed in the fall of 2018. A holocaust survivor, she shared her stories with me, wrote them in text, and had shared her testimony for the Shoah foundation .I photographed her during the last years of her life. As more material emerges, I continue to photograph “her” through permanent objects, some of which appears in my project “don’t forget to take this with you.”


 

beach

i grew up in manhattan beach, brooklyn. the ocean. for city kids like me, was a blank calm space and an open possibility away from dark tunnels, cramped apartments, and noise.