“I was not planning to record the war’s daily reality. I knew it would remain deeply etched in memory, even without evidence. But then I turned my lens on my family. I photographed my mother pouring tea, a ritual that brought my family together, gathering around her. We were displaced several times. I photographed my parents on the staircase of a relative’s home, and from the same angle again during another move. My images from Gaza became, almost overnight, a historical archive of a place that has been erased.”
Source: Elections - nytimes.com
