I am a first generation Peruvian-American.
I was born and raised in this country knowing nothing about the culture my parents grew up in. There would always be a certain aspect to my connection to them that seemed inaccessible and alien.
Deciding to go to Peru for the first time was not only to understand their culture, but also to understand who they were beyond the role of parental figures, as individual people who have walked this earth and the choices they’ve made.
In Peruvian culture there is a pervading sense of spirituality and ritual tied into daily life akin to Haitian Voudou, Japanese Shinto or Cuban Santeria.
These images are from the Procession de el Señor de Los Milagros – Procession of the Lord of Miracles held in Lima.
The particular film I used for this project had been long expired. My mother found these unopened rolls interspersed in a box of undeveloped rolls.
In using this film, I wanted to see what Peru would have looked like if I grew up there in the 1990s. I wanted to revisit what could have been, the choices not taken.