On Motherhood & Sanity
Crossing the River
Sunday, December 8, 2019
Saturday, November 9, 2019
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Sunday, August 4, 2019
Monday, July 29, 2019
Monday, July 15, 2019
Monday, June 10, 2019
family self portrait series, Coiba
Coiba Nacional Park, Panama |
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
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:
2019
2018
2017
2016
January - Jonas
2015
December- When in Rome...
November - Quogue
June- The market
March- Thank you
February - Forged
January- A new beginning
2014
November- Bubble
October - Monster Mash
July- A farm house in Tarifa
June- Greco & me
May- Time slipping
April- OPUS 40
February- Cocooned
January - Liquid Shadows
2013
2015
December- When in Rome...
November - Quogue
June- The market
March- Thank you
February - Forged
January- A new beginning
2014
November- Bubble
October - Monster Mash
July- A farm house in Tarifa
June- Greco & me
May- Time slipping
April- OPUS 40
February- Cocooned
January - Liquid Shadows
2013
2012
August - waiting for Irene, yeah, the hurricane
Thursday, May 23, 2019
Kambutal, 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
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:
2018
2017
2016
January - Jonas
2015
December- When in Rome...
November - Quogue
June- The market
March- Thank you
February - Forged
January- A new beginning
2014
November- Bubble
October - Monster Mash
July- A farm house in Tarifa
June- Greco & me
May- Time slipping
April- OPUS 40
February- Cocooned
January - Liquid Shadows
2013
2015
December- When in Rome...
November - Quogue
June- The market
March- Thank you
February - Forged
January- A new beginning
2014
November- Bubble
October - Monster Mash
July- A farm house in Tarifa
June- Greco & me
May- Time slipping
April- OPUS 40
February- Cocooned
January - Liquid Shadows
2013
2012
August - waiting for Irene, yeah, the hurricane
Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
Thursday, April 4, 2019
Thursday, March 28, 2019
One woman's manifesto
Women are the invisible fabric of modern societies. It is us -women- who look after the sick, the children, the old. It is us who -in addition to earning a living- undertake a larger percentage of the house hold work. Our brains are littered with to-do lists. We remember birthdays, doctor appointments, class events... all the while measuring ourselves against wonder woman ideals: our hair is too thin, our hips too wide, our legs too short...
Our free labor has been invisibilised and our bodies have become a political battlefield. But rather than standing in parliament pushing back we are expected to be at soul cycle (which is why gyms have day care facilities but not parliaments do not ...)
We become small under the weight of expectations. Sometimes literally, starving ourselves to fit into societies expectations. Forever hungry for validation. Forever running after the unachievable end line.
The fact that I am saying nothing new makes our fight even more frustrating. Anyone who gives a damn already knows all this.
What if the queens are not the beyoncé's? what if the ones who rule the world are not the spice girls?but rather, what if it is all those women selling warm soup at the side of the road. Young girls women carrying their siblings home from school. Grandma's bearing the burden of the children left behind, those staying because they refuse to leave their elderly.
It is a 13 year old girl waking the world up about climate change.
We don't cover all races, a colors and religions. We are the ones who will always prioritize peace, because it facilitates feeding the children. We will cross oceans, and walk continents to secure them a place in the school lunch room.
WE are the movers and shakers.
WE must recognize our own value and demand it be recognized y others.
...add fighting injustice and human trafficking to today's to do list...
we stand together in the sun, refusing to remain invisible any longer.
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