Yo lo miro desde lejos (I look at you from afar)
Over the summer I traveled to Ecuador with my mother to learn more about her childhood, where she grew up, and our family’s history. As a first generation immigrant, born in Canada to Ecuadorian parents and eventually immigrating to the U.S., I always felt just a little out of place. This trip was the beginning of a long-term project to understand our heritage; perhaps to fill a void brought by a sense of not belonging. It is my attempt to preserve the stories and memories of what was there before us and where we are now. From the portraits of my family members in their home, to the photographs of the land they built their lives on and now lay to rest, I hope to explore a larger narrative about our family’s history and my own place in it.
