Finding
one old photo, of course you start finding others and before you know
it you're delving deep into your past. I love old family photos. No
matter how blurred or scarred by time, they still vibrate with life and
memories which may not be memories at all but reconstructions of
moments. They're like novels that you want to read, find out what the
plot is, who the characters are. I particularly like photos of two or
three family characters together -what are they saying? what is the
rapport?
Below are a few from the treasure trove of photos I
have. Some have served as material for paintings or constructions. Is one's experience of family, from childhood onwards, the most powerful creative raw material?
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| My mother, my older sister and me in Royan, France |
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| With my father in Paraguay. |
9 year-old me in Los Angeles with parents and sister Annie.
9 year-old me in Los Angeles with parents and sister Annie.
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