Posted by Editor in Following Bread Crumbs/Siguiendo Las Migas del Pan –
When I arrived, you greeted me as if I had only been gone a short while, but really, it had been over 20 years. That night, you fed me milk and cookies, the same as the day I last saw you … the day I left into solitude.
This series is part of an ongoing project that began in 2005, when I made the trip to my hometown of Zamora, Michoacán in Mexico. It was my first time back since I left as a toddler. I had no idea what to expect when I arrived. I had little recollections and no visual records of my hometown to prepare me for this trip.
All images of my past, made prior to my arrival in the United States, were taken from me and destroyed when I was about five. The only records I had were blurred memories from my infancy, none of which included any details of my heritage.
This was the first time I would get to visit my mother’s tomb – the first time I would get to grieve the loss of my mother and, along with her, the loss of my culture.
This trip was the beginning of a journey of piecing together my past. The photographs are an exploration of my childhood and my roots.
