HER

HER I am a decent woman. A pretty good wife -- with a great therapist, otherwise I would’ve screwed this one up way too many times. A mother – I think this one I do best except between the hours of 6:15 and 7:30pm and certain whole days at a time. A daughter – I was a pretty terrible daughter growing up. I’m starting to get the hang of it now that I’m a parent. A good sister. And lastly a friend. To some, the best and to others, impossibly guarded. I’m forty three years-old and I’m trying to grow as a person but so is my skin. I’m not that interested in holding onto my youth. My life is far greater now. But letting go isn’t as easy as it sounds. On the outside, she strives for peace but inside there is a turbulence of holding on too tightly to all these things that have finally brought that peace and joy. With HER, she turns away from the mirror and turns the camera on her own life -- examining the psychology of her age and her gender in black and white, through surreal interpretations and exaggerated gestures, reminiscent of Italian cinema, creating photographs that reflect the universal idea of womanhood and assure HER that she is not on this path alone.