When I was 8 years old my family establish themselves in Milwaukee. So I have been educated, married, raised my own family, worked, owned my home along with my car, traveled through the U.S. and now I am enjoying retirement. But all through my life I have been told to go home.
While taking on the assignment of documenting my neighborhood, during a long winter time with weeks of no sunshine, gloom hanging about, especially in the political arena, and having another experience of been told to go home, I found flooding comfort coming from the walls of my home, finding peace, safety and joy. I was surrounded by artwork by family members and of the numerous cultures and religions that make up my family. We are the HOME in my South Side neighborhood, my city Milwaukee, my state Wisconsin, my country the United States of America — home.