Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Holding Hands

     I finally get to use this as an actual blog instead of a place to showcase my portfolio because I have a real website! Very exciting, but a bit daunting that I'll have something else to keep up. It will be great to have a place to share some on the ideas that are swimming around in my head though.

     My latest project was inspired by a dear friend who was diagnosed with breast cancer right around Christmas time. When she confided the doctor's findings to me it was over the phone because she doe not live close to me. It literally took my breath away. I felt so powerless. I wanted to be there and hug her. To reach out and put my arm around her and let her know that my heart was with her. Over the weeks we've been in touch through email, Facebook, and phone. At one point she said she just needed to hold hands. Fortunately she has family and friends nearby physically, but I've begun to photograph people holding hands in support of her. Here are a couple from this weekend.

     I think this project will have a universal interest because we've all been through so much over the last few years. Though it was one friend that voiced this desire, I can think of a few others who's hands I would also hold in solidarity for the future. I have gone through a rough patch very recently, and would not have made it without the support and encouragement I found in the most unlikely places. 

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Confessions of a Stay At Home Mom

I am an American woman artist whose medium is photography. I am also a wife and mother of three boys. I specify that I am American because my husband is from Argentina and this has added wrinkles to the complicated relationships of my family.

Though I have focused my lens on my children since they were born, over two years I worked to convey my personal reality within the family. This process constantly brought me back to the dining room table. Here the family comes together in various mutations at all different times of the day for a full range of activities. In all the images I was absent. Ultimately I stepped in front of the camera, and through pose and gesture found a language to communicate my emotional experiences as an American woman, wife, and mother.

A Mother's World