the forbidden fruit was a mushroom (2023-)

In 2023 I began hanging images of my unaccounted-for ancestor Uncle Avram around the city of Stuttgart, fitted with a QR code linking to a short testimony of travels to that place.

As the photos are ripped down or weathered away, so do the testimonies. Illegible QR codes, ripped photos, overlaid flyers, as trash: these stories depend on those that remember.