Memories of our own experiences are fluid and mercurial. They are hard to grasp or re-experience for more than a few moments, but are vital in evaluating who we are. Secondhand memories and those of our communit(ies) are even more elusive. How do we scrape together a sense of ancestry and heritage when everything feels so far removed from today, so impenetrably alien in its distance and tragedy? In translating my photographs from the site of the Belzec extermination camp in eastern Poland into photo intaglio prints, I’m synthesizing my firsthand encounters in Poland with a visual process of degradation, corruption, and loss. In doing so, these images wear a clearer sense of the amnesia and frustration felt in trying to connect to a past that I did not experience myself, but nevertheless feel connected to. Scraps of information, a misremembered story, or a piece of an image becomes more important when it’s all that we have to build our life on.
Prints are photo intaglio from gelatin silver film stills, 12”x15” on 22”x30” Rives BFK paper.