One of the incisions had underlined the last letter of the tattoo on my left hip.
The surgeon was Greek so he could read it.
He sat on the flagstone porch tying his gold wingtips with his weathered hands.
My small foot was in the bottom right corner of the frame.
He kissed me chastely on the cheek, telling me it was the first time he had kissed anyone.
He had been drinking too much and I just wanted the conversation to end.
He had been drinking too much and I just wanted the conversation to end.
Pacing around the bathroom I picked and tore at the skin around my nail until it stung and bled.
I imagined myself as a breech baby,
kicking and kicking to be rid of everything wrapped around me.
kicking and kicking to be rid of everything wrapped around me.
I remember the first time I made an image,
attempting to be concious of the viewer and the experience of making.
They stood in the kitchen arguing. My brother said no one in our family understood him
and that Mike took him hunting and fishing like a normal dad.
and that Mike took him hunting and fishing like a normal dad.
I took this picture of my husband when we were together on the Northern Coast of England,
he is smiling his real smile
It was the worst sunburn I have ever gotten. We had been driven to the shore by my aunt
and when we got back to my Grandmothers house I was so embarrased and angry at myself
and when we got back to my Grandmothers house I was so embarrased and angry at myself
