Broken By The Names of Flowers

As a Jewish person, I've inherited intergenerational trauma and Zionist myths that shape how I understand myself, my family, and my community. Today, Israel’s genocide against Palestinians produces a profound moral dissonance between the values I was raised with and the realities I now confront. This project reckons with both what has been done to Jews and what has been done in our name. In the ongoing violence against Palestinians, we inflict catastrophic harm and, in turn, wound ourselves. When a historically oppressed people becomes agents of subjugation, something essential fractures: empathy and moral clarity. Healing requires confronting this truth and returning to values such as Tikkun Olam, the obligation to repair a broken world. Through portraits of family and domestic interiors, I examine how Jewish historical suffering is transferred into the intimacy of the home. By photographing objects emblematic of Jewish identity, I hold a mirror up to myself, interrogating the viewpoints I absorbed from an early age. This work challenges not only my own beliefs, but those embedded within the broader Jewish community. Questioning power is central to Jewish tradition; through this process, I seek accountability and the possibility of repair.