1938 was a good year for family. We looked eastward, as our daughters aged and married strange men and our wives rang in the new year with tea time. In the 1950s, we held tight to the times. In the 1950s (Part II) we made monuments of the things we loved. Late in life, we wish for something small and get the biggest gifts of all; a family who loves us and the path to a proud heritage. When you are small, arms hold you like this as you lean on the heart. A few years later, you can sit and stand all on your own or with a simple perch. Mid-life, you learn to smile with your spine and not your teeth. And with age, you learn to lean again on that which is strong.
POLYPTYCHS
A collection of found photographs from across New England. During the four-year collection process, some subjects would reappear in a new photograph found miles away from where the initial one was discovered. Narratives were constructed to erase this geographical and temporal distance and imagine the ways in which these characters could be rewritten outside of evolution and change. These narratives are presented in a fashion similar to children’s flip books where each page simultaneously fragments and perpetuates a storyline and breaks sentences down into simple phrases and gestures.
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