My lineage and life …

My family and my lineage are sitting heavy inside me. Something shocks you to your core when you are confronted with the mortality or leavingness of a parent. I know so many of you are familiar with this in your own intimate ways.

Even though my parents are both still alive I am very familiar with the loss of parents - but the finality of loss that the announcement of imminent death brings is a stunner. I’m not sure what to do with it yet.

A few months back I visited my grandpa’s ranch where he was a cowboy before the war and I shot a ton of footage for a future project - you are looking at a film still here, of me in my element, walking in my family’s footsteps.

It’s no wonder I’m driven to gather stories … it’s a way of trying to make permanent everything about life that isn’t permanent at all.

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Jaroslava Sklenickova, survivor of the Lidice massacre and Ravensbrück