At the dawn of accessible photography, there was a superstition that taking a photograph captured and stored part of the soul. I believe this to be true. Through recovering my family photographs, I found myself conversing with my relatives, or at least the parts of them that still resonate within the film. These exchanges compelled me to translate these connections into my visual language: prints. I found myself worried about what both my deceased and living relatives thought. The delicate dance of imposing my own narrative while being respectful of things I will never understand.