I was born into an intricate web of powerful women and complex relationships. The women, an industrious group, spun their webs with passion, pain, and love. Their mosaic was a delicate one, with three marriages by each of my parents, there were many separate designs containing different religions, backgrounds and ages within each generation. As the youngest within the web, I was confused at the complexities that had been created before my birth and haunted by the secrets that youth shielded me from. When college beckoned, I pulled myself free to spin my own web.

It wasn’t until I was at the furthest point from home, in the Middle East, that I realized I had jumped too far ahead of myself; I needed to return home to research the child’s pain with my adult eyes. What ensued was this project: photographs of three generations of women: my Mom, my sisters, and my nieces.

It was from feelings of loneliness and alienation that questions arose, which lead me to shoot; the work is conceived in the search for answers. Photography enabled me to look at the tangled web of my family as a human might look at a newly woven spider’s web that shimmers in the light.