Monday, May 5, 2014

.. and then your daughter goes to art school and the life you've made for her starts to become art. here's 1 minute and 41 seconds representing my daughter's birth and babyhood. the kid holding the baby is my husband -- so young. my own mother flits through a shot and i do too. at first i thought it was made of photographs -- then someone shifts, turns, silently speaks. to follow up to my piece last week, my daughter isn't learning to prep anyone's tax return or super-size their fries, but this beautiful weirdness is happening.