video/film
Taking a diaristic approach, this short follows a visit home to my dad’s New York City apartment for the weekend. My dad lives in his dead grandmother's former apartment, an apartment largely frozen due the fact it has not been renovated in many decades.
Through taking inventory of items, spaces, conversations, and memories connected to the apartment, I reflect on the intergenerational memory inherited from a family member I have never met, but whose space, decoration, and objects I have close familiarity with.
A central piece of the video is the unveiling and exploration of my great-grandmother’s Jewish identity. This is something that was kept secret throughout her great-grandmother’s life, and only discovered postmortem.