Historical trauma is unresolved grief affecting the future generations of those in the past
that suffered violent, discriminatory, and ongoing forms and systems of oppression.
Ignored, mistreated by American society and left buried deeply beneath fading water
lines of flooded cities, in the case of the black side of my family, New Orleans. Exploring
my family's archives through photographs, once personal belongings, recipes, hearsay,
and culture, through the typecast practice of voodoo. The rituals are spoken into the
making process left sacred to myself, the sacrifices built into my materials, the physical
objects left in the wake transforming into altars. This is my phone call to home, a chance
to converse about the present and consoling our lasting grief and starting a new cycle.