Grandmother
I shot this series of photographs when I was an undergrad at UNT.
My main subject was my grandmother. In her last three years of life, she was no longer capable of self-care. My mother and aunt were the only caregivers my grandmother could depend on day and night. I wanted the series to show the cycle of life: as children we depend on our parents then grow to be independent, only to once again depend on others once we grow old and physically handicapped.
Despite the loneliness she often experienced when left alone, these images also show the never ending care and love my grandmother received during her final years.
Home, sweet home.
A place that was once home is now just another house. A house to use as storage. A storage that not just stores material things but also memories. Memories that we hold so deeply in our hearts that they are hard to let go of. Hard to let go of the house that we once called home. A home that my parents worked so hard to buy and make their own. To build a safe roof for my sister and me to grow up in. Something to finally call theirs after years of uncertainty and living under other people’s roofs, feeling less welcome and more like a burden. A home left with work undone and plans soon to be fixed. Left with some pieces of furniture with the hope of one day coming back.
Berta’s Panadería
For the love of Mexican Bread.
Many of us come to this country in search of the American Dream.
Only some of us create something sweet in the process.
