“Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.” Dorothea Lange Back in the 1970s, our parents must have been so relaxed. We would invite as many friends as we could fit in the car and head to Church Haven on the West Coast of South Africa on hot summer weekends […]
When I was in high school, I inherited camera gear from my grandfather. I had never shown interest in photography, but his camera soon became special to me and ended up leading a path I didn’t intend. Even though I went to University for Electrical Engineering, the camera started slowly taking over and lead me […]
I adore this photograph of my Grandma Edna (middle), her mother Emma and her father Bernard from the 1920’s. Sadly my Great Grandpa Bernard died young in an accident on the rails where he worked. This photograph fills my imagination with curiosity about what it might have been like to live at the time. I […]
This is my favorite photo of grandma and namesake, Margaret. She was 17; the year was 1937. It was most likely taken somewhere in Canada on one of her trips to visit her grandma’s farm. When I was little, she used to read me the letters her grandma sent her and this photo always reminds […]
I am astounded at how brave and adventuresome my parents were. Back in 1968, they piled all five of their kids into the back of their station wagon for a cross-country drive from Ottawa to Vancouver. (That’s me, peering out the window, ready for an adventure!) Camping in provincial parks, dropping in on cousins and […]
“Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.” -Oscar Wilde This is my gorgeous mother, Leela, photographed while pregnant with her first child. This portrait was taken around the seventh month, when “Dohal Jevan” a ceremony to satisfy the food cravings of the pregnant woman, was celebrated by Maharastrians (Marathi is a […]
I always carry this old photograph of my grandfather with me. The handsome guy with the white shirt enjoying a huge tartine is my grandfather. He drowned when I was only two years old, so I never got the chance to meet him. In the 1970s he had a child with a Japanese woman. This […]
My grandparents shared a love for nature and adventure. This is my grandmother, Mary Pearson, sitting in a vintage vehicle, fully packed with camp gear against a backdrop of the North Cascades. This incredible image was shot by my grandfather, Hal Pearson, in Mt. Baker National Forest, around 1930. My grandparents have hundreds of photos […]
My mother Mira went missing when I was 12 years old. This is her traditional Korean wedding portrait with my father. As I got older, I began uncovering more and more information about what happened to her. In order to process my loss, and also understand more about my family, I started creating artworks based […]
“Sometimes the veil between this life and the life beyond becomes very thin. Our loved ones who have passed on are not far from us.” -Ezra Taft Benson The young lady (standing) is my Great-Grandmother Elizabeth Dubhorn. She was the only child (of 9) to survive in her family. This portrait was taken in the […]
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