Tonight when we walked the garden I asked her if anyone had been unkind to her about the color of her skin. At first she shook her head no, but then after a moment she told me a group of girls recently had laughed at her and said that when she was old enough to […]
Our Grandma had mountains of photos. Some hung in the hall on rickety frames. Others filled albums lined up neatly on the bookshelf. I wonder how many childhood hours we spent pouring through the imagery, identifying our own merry faces, digging our heels into roots, reading the tall tales of our lives in pictures? It’s […]
Anyone who is familiar with our work knows that we love color. Our work is full of it. And yet, we are always drawn to black and white. We come back to it again and again, like we are coming home. Black and white is an old friend, nostalgia. In fact, much of the work […]