We both liked cars, my dad said about his dad
Photo transfer on cotton
20 x 24 inches, 2024

Maybe loving someone occurs the moment you realize it’s not about you. When you know you can’t change someone, you love all of them. My understanding of my Dad came gradually through the passing of stories that started like, “I remember in 89’ when your uncle and I...” and after a while you have these snippets that create an epic story and an imagination that’s used to fill in the gaps. The story of legends. The stories of happenchance that changed the course of your family’s lives. And the stories of relationships bound together less through words and more through the dedication and need to survive in a foreign land.  

Hearing “we both liked cars” compared to stumbling upon these two photos of my Dad and Grandfather were vastly different experiences. Similarly and differently, these photographs document the pride and honor of building a life in Motor City, USA, compared to the photographs embedded in paper documenting the love I see for two figures that paved the way for my family. My late Grandfather is cemented next to my dad, inseparable in each other’s stories and mine too.


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