Stucco Sessions

The writing was on the wall, but I couldn’t find it. We had survived her breast cancer, but she was dying. I didn’t see it coming. Upon reflection The Stucco Sessions guided me to our end. The stucco wall still stands on the Cinderella house that she grew up in. With her passing, I’ve sold the wall. I’ve returned a second time with 100 megapixels for one last try. As I focused on this wall, it felt like I was looking into the abyss. At night, with the camera as my witness, I would step up to the stucco and scrape in as much light as I could fit into a 30 second gesture. I shaped her stucco with light, and in the end the light reshaped me. These images gave language to those things we should have talked about. But, couldn’t find the words to speak. We enjoyed talking about the stucco instead. From discovering the first black and white luminous moments, she was my muse and my accomplice. The art created in The Stucco Sessions is evidence of this.