September 2018 “Photo”
The word photo made me think of how much I photograph my nephew, and how these photographs hide all the history and trauma myself and my family have experienced. This piece was made as an ode to my nephew, highlighting how innocence and children can help us through the darkest of times.
In this moment, does he know how he’s healing
All the pain, the anguish we’re feeling
Through what his soft eyes forgot they saw
Which left our hearts ripped and raw
The pursuit of laughter under every leaf
Unaware of this world tainted by grief
And in this moment, captured like this
We represent a genuine bliss
Because in this snapshot of time you see here
We didn’t seek to shed a tear
For these single moments, they keep us going
Our hearts beating and still they’re knowing
Through layers of hurt and with stars above,
In this moment we have nothing but love.