As we approach our elder years, many of us regress back to a state of infancy. We lose the ability to bathe, feed, clothe, or do anything for ourselves for that matter. Those who we once cared for will now have the responsibility to care for us, while we may be restricted to our beds at home or in a home. Ultimately our autonomy and dignity that we love and cherish will cease to exist.

My great-grandmother, Edna, a centenarian, had not yet fallen victim to old age like so many others from her generation. I visited my great-grandmother at her Brooklyn home often throughout my life. However, these days spent talking, listening, and photographing her were different. I was able to see how lively and independent she is as well as how much she embraces her freedom to live life on her own terms. In this series of photographs, I share what a regular Thursday is like for her; the beautiful banality of her days, how she is equal to and maintains similar autonomy to those who are younger than her hundred years of age.

Exhibition

Revolving Sands

SVA Online Gallery