All She Needed to Do
We sat with my grandmother as she laid on her deathbed. My mother rubbed her hands and said, "She's done all she needed to do." And she had. She lived 96 incredible years. 96 years full of love, laughter, pain, struggle and joy. And now we are left to sift through what remains.
The traces of these 96 years are there in her photographs. The moments captured... the special occasions, the mundane, the beauty of youth, the good ole days... are all frozen in time and held still in the emulsion. This work attempts to hold those traces close, to give them space and another life. Some images attempt to recreate her moments through a modern lens. Some images just treasure the stillness that is... what remains.