“Aquellos ojitos verdes, ¿con quién se andarán paseando? // Ojalá que me recuerden, aunque sea de vez en cuando // Dicen que cuando suspiran, aquellos ojitos verdes // Me suspiran con la vida porque todavía me quieren.”

Ojitos Verdes is my grandmother’s favorite song. Whenever those feelings of fear, anger, confusion envelop her due to Alzheimers, my aunt plays music for her. Then she begins to sing and it like pressing a reset button.

Ojitos Verdes is not just a photo series, it is a love poem for my grandparents, aunts, and father.