My Culture

This photo is meant to tell the story of my culture. I decided to capture the culture of my family, as I don’t have any other culture that comes to mind. I’m very white, the kind of person who’s ethnic background is just Europe. Even the interesting parts of my culture, like my great-grandmother from France, is lost in my family. I don’t like french, I don’t make french dishes, I am completely disconnected from any pieces of my past. Now, I don’t see that as a bad thing due to this photo. My culture is my family. My culture is the messy kitchen, making dinner in PJs while dancing to music played on the speaker. My culture is too many cooks in the kitchen, people who aren’t even part of the family meshing with us anyway, welcome in the house and the family. My culture is messy, interconnected, full of love and work and play. My family makes my culture.