The Pickled Memory Project
Grappling with its false allure of truth, I document the African diaspora in an effort to connect with my ancestors. History is manipulated, reconfigured to fit agendas. Photography is a malleable medium, shaping the world through lenses and biases. Their systematic extermination has been erased from history and silenced in classrooms. I remember them, I connect with them - so that we can begin to heal. I document the future. I remember the past. I imagine a utopian future. By connecting with my ancestors, I learn about myself. It is in the remembering that I believe that we can begin to heal.
Self Portrait of a memory preserver
My sister Andrea and her daughter Sidney hold a pickled memory of me at the front yard of my childhood home in Stantonsburg, North Carolina.