Gallery - collective
In 1997 I visited Poland with my mother, who had spent two happy childhood years there with her grandparents from 1925-1927. "Before I die," she said, " I want to see if there is anything left." Most of the family had emigrated in 1929. Those who stayed were taken by the Nazis.
When I returned fom that trip, there were no words to process what I had seen. Only images. The sense of loss I felt informed much of my work, albeit subconsciously, for the next decade.