On Motherhood & Sanity


Tuesday, May 24, 2016

building paper bridges...




Chaos has descended upon us.  The world is turning too fast  and we hold on tight hoping not to fall.

We are surrounded by long list of to-dos: things to book, things to buy, things to sign, things to find, .... they fall around us and weigh us down like heavy rain on our clothes.

We build  castles of cards that  regularly tumble down, and we pick them up, and they tumble down, and we do it again, moving forward, slowly building paper bridges towards an imaginary  ship that will take us to the promised land. That place we have imagined, that place we talk about as if we knew it, that life we have been promised, the story we have yet to write.

Meanwhile I feel like I'm making the whole thing up.

The children are impatient. They want the adventure to being.  They are wearing their travel boots and their visions of wonderland  and wondering what is keeping us all.

The parents are tired, snapping. Five am eyes wide open mechanically  reciting  the to-do  lists as if it was a prayer.

Tensions run high from anticipation of the short-term chaos.

We are about to jump off a moving train mid-sentence, and my heart breaks just a little for the stories we won't get to finish.

The world keeps turning.... this world set to  carry on without us

Thursday, May 19, 2016

When in Rome.... December family self portrait

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The family self portrait  project started in January 2011. 
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.  
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own

also,
Every family should do this. It's an amazing record of the little things that matter


To see previous months click on the links below:


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2016

Monday, May 16, 2016

Permanently temporary





I’ve been living in this skin so long it feels hard to shed.

Yet it slides right off me.

                                                          No resistance. 



I’m like a perfume.
A passing smell,
a memory, …
         even when I’m still here.




Permanently temporary with nothing to anchor me down.




I’m a good party, a warm summer drink...

That thing in the tip of your tongue you just can’t name.

A song you can only recall the chorus to.

                                                 An echo. A déjà vu.


                                                                   ...Both bittersweet and irrelevant.


                                      

A feather in the wind.

Permanently temporary.




Wednesday, April 27, 2016

tween


My submission to the Lensculture Portrait awards did not win (again) but at least I got this

"We do have good news for you! Your submission was among the top-rated entries in the Portrait Awards 2016 competition. This is an impressive accomplishment given the record number of submissions we received." 

Monday, April 18, 2016

paper towns, February self portrait

double click on image to enlarge

Hide. Cover up the outside
Odd eyes are prying, trying
To understand the inside.
Fingering questions probing
The paper layer resisting
But giving you just enough to spy
Glimpses, snatched kodachromes stained with pride
Soaked in emotions, milking
Refracted hypotheses. Lies
Nothing but lies in thinking
You can see through my acting,
That thin paper disguise.


***
The family self portrait  project started in January 2011. 
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.  
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own

also,
Every family should do this. It's an amazing record of the little things that matter


To see previous months click on the links below:


***
2016


Friday, February 19, 2016

like fish out of water





It's been ages since I've printed photos. I'm always shooting for one reason or another. Busy editing  as photos choose to show me their hidden secrets (an essential part of my process), and when they make me happy they often end up  here on the blog or on my website, but it's been ages since I felt the need to print one of them.

This past week I've been working on my set for the upcoming FUTURES show in Brooklyn, and it's just amazed me how the medium affects each photograph. Photos that are uninteresting on the screen come alive on the paper, feeding from it's texture. Others that excite me once printed get lost in translation. Sometimes the colour doesn't work and but when turned to black and white look up to stare at me with different eyes. The magic sepias loose out to the  ethereal light colours that on screen seem dull but on paper capture the weight of  the smoke and the hard work.   Like fish out of water they are finding their feet. A different medium, a different life.

And then, as always, there are the accidents that lead to new discoveries....

hope to see a few of you on the 18th at FUTURES, click here for discounted tickets until Feb 17.