As a child it didn’t take much to convince me to sit down with a family elder and go through photo albums. Looking at the Black and Brown faces of family staring back at me, it felt like history unfolding in front of my very eyes. Now, so many of my memories exist in a digital world. I don’t even use Facebook anymore and yet most of my 20s live there.
Recently, I felt compelled to return to this practice of curating tangible photos not owned by cyberspace. With analog pictures, I can’t always curate or retake my pose; I have to be in the moment. I hope to build an album like my grandmother’s, one that shares my history. That proves I was here, and I lived.
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