What is to become of it all?
Two friends, two academic foes, sharing a laugh on a bus to Canada.
She sees me. I see her. In this split second, on her birthday, with many people around her all moving in different directions we are locked in on each other. I see her, who she may become, how she is weathering the storms of childhood, how she is alone even with people around her. Her life, and her parents choices are such that if she is too thrive she is going to need to forge that for herself. For me, in shooting this image, the camera separated us. And the camera for me has become a metaphor for how I am separated from children that I don’t know how to reach. To have a childhood similar to mine in struggles and to not know how to help them is a cause of sadness and frustration for me. I feel it most when I make an image that shows me the kids stand on their own.
This is my mother in August 2018 at the age of 77. Those are her grandkids. With children, acting kid like seems to be when she is happiest. Not long after this picture was taken my mother fell down the trampoline stairs and cut her foot.
I’ve often wondered if I could photograph my parents relationship. Can you make tangible something that is in fact intangible. Can you show visually something that is only felt viscerally?
Like all relationships my parents is complicated. After 50+ years of marriage, some together and some apart, it seems to me it couldn’t be any other way.
This photograph shows them engaged in something they have done for years, Thanksgiving dinner, but the separating of tasks and the looking in different directions which working towards the same goal speaks to me as emblematic of their relationship.