Special occasions or everyday life, there is always magic, hope and wonder in each moment.
The Promises to Keep Pen Pal project is a community action project which focuses on intergenerational letter writing. It was conducted in Washington, D.C, and consisted of six elementary school students and six elders at an assisted living community. The results of this project laced together a narrative that highlights the importance of interpersonal communication through the spoken and written word.
5050 skate park is home to physical art forms. Kids from Staten Island seek refuge inside the walls.
Ran by Ed Polio, 5050 has become a staple in the community since its opening in 2011.
During the height of the pandemic, 5050 became a place where youth workers learned to assemble face masks for front line workers. It was a beautiful reminder of the perseverance that comes from growing up on a salty island.
For two years I had the privilege of serving with Americorps in New Orleans. In New Orleans, I witnessed the force of charter school education and it’s impact on a city that was founded on the power of being unique. The days were long and the curriculum was rigid and daunting. Many teachers were very young and not native to the area. You’d see little signs of hope- a young lady’s take on the school’s uniform or little tiny moments of peace after school. These moments counted. They counted more than I ever knew any small second could.
Indisposable Perspective was a photojournalism curriculum that was implemented at the Alpha Boy’s School in Kingston, Jamaica. it focused, largely on using disposable cameras to portray emotions.
The results of this project were beautiful and poignant and created a larger dialogue about the will to survive.
Games hold the power of redemption.
Playing them gives us the ability to see ourselves fully and in that vision we take adversity and use it to believe in something.
These images piece together a narrative that our pain can be healed. I’ve tried for years to capture and understand that.
Hurricane Sandy made her way across Long Island in 2012. In her wake, we watched our parents struggle to recognize a place they always called home. This story follows their relationship in dealing with the tragic loss of a functioning home and finicaial inablities to cope with the storms damage.