"Now I See Kiev in My Dreams" Words and Pictures of New Americans
My grandparents came to this country from Byelorussia and Lithuania. My parents assimilated rapidly into American life, moving from the Lower East Side of New York City to Jersey City, New Jersey, and finally to upper-middle class, Anglo_Saxon Westfield, New Jersey. My grandparents were very different from my parents. They ate different foods, wore different clothes, and spoke to each other in a language I didn’t understand. They died while I was still a child, and I was never able to ask important questions of them.
As a teenager, my curiosity about this lost world was aroused by the plight of the Jews remaining in the Soviet Union. The restrictions on the practice of their religion and on travel within and outside their country moved me to participate in the effort to gain their freedom. Their story became a metaphor for my personal struggles and for the missing links to my past.
22 30"x30" RA Color Prints 1994