ghosts

If photographs can function as visual autobiographies (and I do believe they can), and if the face can speak (and I do believe it can), then what kinds of stories of self do these mother portraits tell?

I feel the need to examine all of our old family photos carefully. Perhaps there are mothers hiding in corners, behind chairs, under blankets.

 

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