Photograph © Amy Powell
Photograph © Amy Powell
Photograph © Amy Powell
Photograph © Amy Powell
"When my mother gave birth to my half-sister Erica, I was twenty years old. Sitting in the hospital room with my camera, she made giving birth look easy. I photographed as Erica made her way into the world, cut her umbilical cord myself, and was the very first to hold her. In that moment, I gave her a name she inevitably didn't get to keep. And she peed on me. Ever since, having a much younger sibling has given me the unique experience of observing the way in which I may have been raised. Photographing Erica has become a window into my own elusive childhood." –Amy Powell
Erica: I see my camera. I see your camera. You always print your pictures big. It ain't fair. I want mine big. Can you get me more cameras again for Christmas next year?
Amy: Sure, why do you want more cameras?
Erica: I like taking pictures.
Amy: What do you like to take pictures of?
Erica: My toys. Hannah Montana. My mom. My princess tent. You got that tent for me, and now it's broken.
Amy: Anything else you like to photograph?
Erica: I think that's it mommy... I mean Amy!
Amy: Sure, why do you want more cameras?
Erica: I like taking pictures.
Amy: What do you like to take pictures of?
Erica: My toys. Hannah Montana. My mom. My princess tent. You got that tent for me, and now it's broken.
Amy: Anything else you like to photograph?
Erica: I think that's it mommy... I mean Amy!
1 comment:
Wow - GORGEOUS!
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