Ha’asor 12
Ha’asor 12 is a documentation of my grandparents’ home. This small
apartment has been their home for many years, but after my grandfather
passed away my grandmother had to move in with us and therefore the
apartment was sold and emptied.
The process was quick, and by the time I was able to get to see the
apartment before it was gone most of the items within it were thrown away
or taken by family members. The only things left behind were odd items,
trash and a few things left to be picked up.
For me, this small apartment was a place of joy, escape and youthful
naivety. It was a place where we all gathered once a week to play, to dress
up, to put my grandfather’s massive size 12 shoes and my grandmother’s old
dresses and jewelry from London. It was a happy place where we ate triangle
grilled cheese and latkes. A place where my grandfather drew in pencil
animals and we looked at his army tattoo hands. It was a place that we
loved before our family drifted away and away. When we seemingly were happy
and loved each other.
I was able to document what was left, even if it was insignificant, it was
a last chance to capsulate these memories in this tiny apartment in a small
city. It was a way to remember my grandfather and his grilled cheese and
his size 12 shoes. His spirit was in that home, and it was only a home
because of him. We loved him and he loved us and things only changed after
he left this apartment.
(Ha’asor 12 is the building they lived in. They lived in a neighborhood
dedicated to music instruments that were mentioned in the bible. Ha’asor
was one of them.)
Ha’asor 12 is a documentation of my grandparents’ home. This small
apartment has been their home for many years, but after my grandfather
passed away my grandmother had to move in with us and therefore the
apartment was sold and emptied.
The process was quick, and by the time I was able to get to see the
apartment before it was gone most of the items within it were thrown away
or taken by family members. The only things left behind were odd items,
trash and a few things left to be picked up.
For me, this small apartment was a place of joy, escape and youthful
naivety. It was a place where we all gathered once a week to play, to dress
up, to put my grandfather’s massive size 12 shoes and my grandmother’s old
dresses and jewelry fr [read more...]
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