My late great grandmother's apartment. Kavarna, Bulgaria, 2019. 
Living in America over the years, many of my relatives in my home country have passed, leaving behind their post-communist homes and belongings frozen in time. As a child, I sporadically visited my home country of Bulgaria, leaving me with scattered memories and perceptions of my family: the lives they lived, the homes they resided in, and the land they cultivated. What they left behind remains untouched, creating time capsules that represent the lives they once lived. When I imagine these spaces, they are still inhabited by the family members I’ve lost, but upon revisiting, all that is left was what once was. The photographs of great grandmother's apartment serve as an archive of my family and cultural history documenting what was left behind and reconnects my memories I have from when they were still alive.