This photographic essay was inspired by rations given to Jewish people in the Lodz Ghetto during World War II. I wanted to connect with a beautiful old-world feeling, causing the viewer to find a pleasing aesthetic. However, become aware of the juxtaposition between the internal struggle of the reality in food rations and the overall tone of the photographs. These are not meant to be beautiful - they are to create a visual and internal tension that is haunting and to burn a memory of pause.

This is a piece about my beloved grandmother and what is passed down from lineage as women, weaved into us from generations to generation...like fabric. Myself, sister and daughter are wearing my grandmother's dresses with a Slovak pattern sewn above us honoring my Great Grandmother who migrated to the states in the early 1900's. There are many messages underneath the obvious and the weight we carry as daughters, sisters, wives, aunts and mothers. There is an air, a movement that breathes within and through us. We can be the healer for the past and generations to come.