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Mi Familia: Words Unspoken, Words Unheard
La familia,la estructura: varias secciones, varias voces.
Various Voices, 1995
The family, the structure: different pieces, different voices.
The Family Structure, 1995
We practiced fly casting in the backyard. We whipped the lines over and over again, to make them straight. It seemed so important then. A goal that connected us.
Over and Over, 1995
You attach bait to a hook which is tied to a bobber floating in the
water.Then you wait...sometimes nothing happens.
But, still you wait. I still wait.
I still wait, 1995
I have to learn to talk.
Nunca me gusto hablar.
Worker, 1995
Often I think of myself as slow. I have learned things through
touch, through experience. Rarely through words.
Slow, 1995
My mother taught me to hide behind silence.
Silence, 1995
My mother and I speak different languages. I wonder what she
thinks; what she remembers. But I don't have the words to ask.
Pointing, 1995
When we got to be a little older my mom was in charge of the family. In the neighborhood my mother was known as
"La Senora."
La Senora, 1995
When we were young, my father told my mother what to do. My mother remembers, "Lo puro lo que el dice. Only what he says."
Lo Puro, 1995
This is my father, He taught me how to fish.
How to Fish, 1995
Sometimes I feel beige. Not brown. Not white. Just beige.
Just Beige, 1995
Image Size
Rectangle: 20 x24
Archival Pigment Print
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