not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

the complicated relationships of mothers and daughters


  1. there is a vast, uncharted wilderness in the eyes of daughters. where does it come from, i wonder.

    there are cracks in the features of the world. and it is a good thing, for through them beautiful moments like this one rise up.

    So much!
    I want to share this, sooooo much, talk about it, explore the 'in your face' and 'why didn't you catch me before I did this' stages of this photo.


  3. is this your best one yet - it really nails down modernity, technology, and relationships

  4. i always wished my mother would show me who she was - where she came from - her vulnerabilities. my lesson is to always share my own, even at the risk of hurt, but i still wish she'd wanted to open up to me, tell me about her relationships, her fears, etc. I could never get anything out of her she was so tightly controlled. Vulnerability is strength, I wish she'd have seen that. When she goes she will take her secrets with her, without ever letting her daughters see the truth. When my father died, I have no idea how she felt about it, not a clue. That is sad for me. But she told me she didn't like who I was, and that was the last straw for me, and I left that life behind.

  5. This is amazing. I have a 20-year-old daughter and this speaks volumes to me. So much of this image floods the memories we had when she was at home. LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY! The hardest times we have made it all worth while now. This is just a great image. Unbelievable. I am really loving your work.

  6. The broken image with Mother speaking, speaks volumes
    for me.

  7. Magnificently represented a conflict of interest between mothers and daughters.

  8. The hardest thing to do with daughters is to protect them...not from life itself, but from predators who want to destroy their fragile innocence. (I know this because sadly, I failed to do it and it will haunt me to my dying day...and I was super vigilant, too...). Above all else, protect her and never leave her alone with any adult man. xo


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