Brooklyn Anxiety, ongoing
Brooklyn has been my home for 20 years, a mile or so from where my Russian Jewish grandfather was raised in the 1920s, before he illegally went to fight in the Spanish Civil War as an anti-fascist. Constant changes are marked by construction scaffolding, orange and green, surveillance cameras, butted up against wrought iron fences with designs from West Africa, and old street lights designed as if they were still gas-lit. Walking around my neighborhood is both an act of mapping and archiving. I take notes with my camera. The landscape is familiar and foreign. Plastic bags floating, signs advising landlords how to evict tenants, and layers of architectural history present in the tiles of my tenement apartment, with the bugs that live there too.
This is an ongoing series of digital collages.
