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Old photographs tease out fragments of memorya laugh, a sigh, a conversation the camera interrupts and
then suspends across time. Looking at photographs and documents that came to me after my parents died, Im
struck not only by how much Ive forgotten but also how easily and quickly the past rushes back when called.
Sometimes forgetting is simply being afraid to remember. I was born in Worms, Germany in 1941 and
reunited in 1976 with my German father, who had disappeared from my life when I was eighteen months old. I
knew he had been a German soldier and that he and my mother had divorced after the war so she could marry my
American stepfather, a man I quickly grew to love as my father. But I knew very little about my German father.
My mother never spoke of him, and I was afraidgiven the possibilitiesto ask.
Like a New Years gift, in January 1976, his letter arrived and took me completely by surprise. I had no
memory of him whatsoeverno image in my head to put with the bold blue script on the paper. Over the
following months we exchanged many letters, and that summer my nineyearold daughter and I visited him and
his family in Connecticut, where he had immigrated in 1952.
It is oddly unsettling to find you have played a role in peoples lives who were strangers to you. And odder still
to sort through the stories suffused with emotion trying to find the real story. The truth, of course, is that all
the stories are realmy fathers story, my mothers story, my stepfathers story. They are authentic and subjective
simultaneously; tell the truth but tell it slant.
Trying now to reclaim my early life by imagining the years from 19411947 heals a wound I hadnt
consciously known I carried. The story remains elusive, however, even though I have a remarkable number of
photos and documents from those years, saved by both of my parents. But however fragile, it is quite real.
In these images, I have drawn a map of my life by taking the random but tangible artifacts my parents left
behind and reordering them within a larger historical context. I have tried to find and shape my story from those
fragments that survived and relate it to other lives, those of people I have never met.
Any life story includes love and loss, hope and fear, success and failure. Some focus on what is lost, others on
what is found, and some will not believe that anything was lost (or found) at all.
Why Remember?
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
Casualties of War
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
Pense
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
No Shelter
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
What We Keep
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
My Life Before
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
Wishful Thinking
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
Official Rations
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
Knight
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
Everything Altered
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
Remembered Steps
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
Warbrides Daughter
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan
Like a Dream
Archival Pigment Ink Print
signed, Brigitte Carnochan