You argue, fight over nothing because “nothing” is unimportant. You tell your son, I’m going to the movies. He says, Take me with you. You say, I can’t. You exit through the kitchen door, your husband follows you out to the driveway. You exchange a continuous verbal shit storm. Nan (Nan Goldin) tells her friend … Continue reading
A friend once told me there are three sides to every story. *** If three is a number of unity then why are the nocturnal arcs of her body far more connective to me than angles? Her body receives light with subtle gradations yet provides an unending Rothko depth. I too am soft, but not … Continue reading
For a period of time I stopped looking at Sally Mann’s At Twelve, Portraits of Young Women (Aperture, 1988). My avoidance of Mann’s work did not come easy. After years of staring back at these young women, girls really, my emotional reactivity was sorrowful with a heavy desire to save them all when I could not save … Continue reading
scribblehysteria 