Traces

 While traveling in Europe, I often noticed mezuzot hanging on doorposts—small, steadfast reminders of Jewish life. More haunting were the fossil-like outlines of mezuzot that were once there, removed or destroyed when families were taken or forced to flee.

These impressions became the foundation for Traces, a series about what remains when a home is emptied. Each work examines the layered history carried in those small marks: the lives lived behind those doors, the rituals practiced, the stories whispered, the hopes held.

Judaism has endured as a portable religion; wherever we journeyed, we took our mezuzot, our texts, our memory, and our optimism. These pieces ask: What did we leave behind? What did we take with us? What remains etched into the spaces where we once stood?