The metaphor of shoes had long been embedded in my mind... perhaps because both my father and grandfather asked for their shoes just before they died.  I began a photographic journey years ago with the poignant book by Roman Vishniac, A Vanished World.  I then traveled to the striking memorial in Budapest, Shoes on the Danube Bank.  I soon strongly felt that I should develop a shoe memorial for the Holocaust using photographs as a way to preserve and sanctify the memory of precious lives lost.  During the time of the photo series, I would have a stunning personal experience that led to the video installation below.