02
The Photographs Belong to the Family
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My mother as a narrator/
her gaze upending my understanding of blackness
Posing us in front of abandoned structures and overgrown landscapes, we exist in totally different worlds. The black and white beautifully glows in each frame—something I try to reimagine now.
Her Holga sits in my college dorm. Returning to her gaze, I meet her with mine.