I've always been interested in the vulnerability and truth that photography provides. The makeup of my own family has pushed me to document them as much as possible to piece together my own identity and place in their world. To me, family photographs are meant to hold the weight of familial relationships, milestones such as births, deaths, and everyday moments. My father died prior to my birth, and the only family that I know is my maternal one. Growing up, my grandmother was an integral part of my experiences, and understanding of family importance. She photographed every moment, and after her death 11 years ago, we no longer had our lives captured on film, especially now that our photographs are mostly kept digitally. In the same spirit that my grandmother held, I usually carry a 35mm camera with me to capture my world. I hope that my experiences aren't unique to myself and can touch those who are on a similar path, while also discovering more of who I am in this process.

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