I began photographing my grandmother out of the impending fear of knowing that someday I would lose her. I took it as my duty to preserve every memory that I could of her, to catalog moments of her existence, no matter how insignificant it seemed at the time.
I slept in the same bed as her until I was 10, and would wake up periodically throughout the night, just to make sure she was still in my presence. She was the canopy of comfort and strength for me. Though she always had been a strong-headed and witty woman, I recall certain quiet moments she had.
She was diagnosed with Alzheimers when I was 17, and I started to think more about her memories, her cognizance, and the way she has shaped our small family. I became more and more interested in our family dynamic and her relationship to us. My compulsion to capture her over the years has grown into a photo series in which I could explore her relationship with my mother and sister, along with her quiet mystery.