Photo essay
I first set foot in the sanctuary of the Holy Tabernacle Church in the fall of 1994. I came with an African American friend I had recently met in search of uplifting gospel music.
1994 had been a difficult year. I had applied to NYU's ethnographic film program and was rejected. It was a blow with extra weight because I had my heart set on making documentaries. I had been in New York for three years and I still hadn't found a set of friends who gave me a sense of belonging.
