My mother and father are American born of immigrant parents. My mother’s family came from Ekaterinoslav, Russia and my father's family came from Racalmuto, Sicily. I grew up on the Lower East Side and at the age of 13 took up photography. It came naturally to me to take pictures of my mother father and brother around the apartment, at family gatherings, at birthdays and during the holidays. My family celebrated Sundays, we would eat out and go to a movie, or on other occasions see family members in East Meadow Long Island. These events became the cornerstone of my photography.

Studying photography at Pratt Institute there was a major emphasis on photographing your everyday life experience. This made complete sense to me, to document ones life experience in a lyrical, and expressionistic manner. I have photographed my family for over 50 years. The photographs are divided in three parts. From 1963 to 1991 until my dad’s death. From 1991 to 2019 until my mom’s death and currently, I am photographing my brother. Looking through boxes of old prints, I relive the memories of making these images. It is a though they are still alive, a living memory.