W i n t e r 2 0 1 9 : H a w a i i
Over the holiday break, my mother took me to Maui. These pictures are snapshots of us trying to heal after my brother’s sudden death. They’re pictures of me thinking about the history of such a strikingly beautiful place. The sea is a blouse for time. I thought about the overthrow of the Hawaiian kingdom in 1893, about Clinton’s strange apology 100 years later, about the way tourism shapes and robs a place of its placeness--how it creates a different place and maybe my ideas of place are skewed and essentialist. I thought about how, sometimes, knowledge comes to us in pieces, after it’s too late.
S u m m e r 2 0 1 9 : C D M X