They say you don’t know who you are until you know where you came from. What if the place you came from is already gone?
Finding Zbaraż searches for slivers of a missing history and hunts for the future of those stories for today’s world.
A collaborative/archival memoir of a granddaughter and a grandmother, it recounts stories of passing, hiding, and coming into the light.
What would it feel like to open and touch hidden legends that ended before you were born?
“Certain memories are so profound, so much part of the bone and marrow that they are inheritable,” wrote Paula Fass.
What would it take to look truth in the eye?
[note: for Japan-related works go to Japanese Culture & Arts tab or here]The words I say myself
Are now like stones I fling
Into a well in the field, to test
If it is full or empty,
And its depth.
