Kaddish considers the loss of three people very close to me, and the way these voids are reflected back at me in surprising and often absurd ways, everyday.
The oldest picture in the book is of my great uncle in Rome in 1947. The most recent is of my shadow on a wall in Germany in 2023. Hundreds of images collected and saved over the past twenty years, form an amorphous, ambient scroll of information: pictures from my archive, texts, emails, images from family albums, home movies, screengrabs and iPhone photos.
The book probes a pendulum of personal grief, couched among the anxieties of historical memory and its relationship to violence playing out in the present. It is an unstable, living archive which traces a meandering path from New York to Germany, Israel and Palestine.