My family roots back to England, but I was born in Israel. I was a child on a fence; a daughter to a migrating family. The house within culturally stayed European but outside was the Israeli controversial culture. I always felt a misfit with my partial incomplete identity; torn apart between parents who have never blended in to the Middle Eastern culture I felt only half belonged too.
Over the years I have heard of my parent’s memories and stories. I remember hearing of snow, youth and happiness. Happier days. The stories held on to the memories of time and culture that I wasn’t a part of, and portraits of family members that always remained anonymous to me. These stories were supposed to be my heritage.
Using photography I’ve conducted an examination of my history. I’ve browsed through old photos trying to look for a family but all I found was empty spaces. The images became objects that I use in order to create a new history and memory of my own; people and places as I would like to remember and understand them.
I started not only looking for my identity in the family album but also to reflect my feelings from these photos on to the world around me. I look for moments and objects were there is a tension that is created by their incomplete aesthetic. Photography allows me to look at the little and unimportant objects around me and make them a part of my history just by giving them attention; they become my album.