Kin

One of the first things you’ll notice upon entering my childhood home are the photographs. From the striking portraits of my parents on their wedding day to the awkward passport photos of my sister and I, there are images everywhere. I have especially fond memories of the cabinet in our living room, so full of photographs it could barely stay shut. I spent hours sifting through them, listening as my parents' stories poured forth with each print. From a young age, I came to understand photographs not just as memories, but as archives. As evidence. As proof of existence.

That early immersion laid the foundation for how I see my role today—not simply as an image-maker, but as a steward of memory. This project emerges from a quiet but urgent responsibility to document my family with care, intention, and love. I am drawn to the quiet gestures, the everyday moments, the stories that often go unrecorded. Through this archive, I hope to preserve not only the people we have been, but the histories that shape who we are still becoming.