what i keep returning to

 

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 recorded videos. Her memoir is forthcoming. 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.”


 

street

to get close to a stranger, make a portrait, and chase after a fleeting vision is a thrill that i will always return to and yearn for —


 

beach

i grew up in manhattan beach, brooklyn i have a unique relationship with the ocean. for city kids like me, the ocean was a blank calm space and an open possibility away from dark tunnels, cramped apartments, and anthropocene chatter. i intend to share this sacred space with as many people as possible.