Jewel
I found a photograph of my grandmother, Jewel recently, the only one that I had ever seen with her smiling. I put the photograph away and for the next 20 days I did a portrait of her . . . a remembering, a recording of memories, a closure.
Cigarettes and Roller Derby
My grandmother, Jewel lived with us most of my childhood and teen years. We faced a daily uneasiness rooted in a fundamental misunderstanding of who the other was. She was not your average "cookie baking, sweet spirited granny". She was a good, generous woman who had lived a life full of very hard work. She raised her children alone supporting the family as a waitress and cook and did her time on the factory floor. Men had not been kind and she lived within her well earned independence. . . . MORE
