Combing through memory

Our personal histories

Feeling connected through our generational trauma

The desire to repair - to heal

Our bodies, objects, the land all hold memory

They’ve recorded it all

We make these archives to try to 

Connect all our pieces

Tethering photos to documents to dna to family trees 

to histories to stories to lore

Blocked by the gatekeepers 

The quiet Kin who whisper

Through the gates we see something is there 

But we cannot go all the way to the other side

Forever unable to see the full picture. 

There is strength in the fragmented

There is knowing within the silence of the archive

There is power in naming your ancestors 

And there is freedom in knowing who they were 

And who you are