Letters from eliza june
Part of the Mother/Artist series
My 3 year old daughter has been leaving me letters, notes, and drawings in my bedside drawer. These secret messages are torn from her many notebooks, usually crumpled and ragged, sometimes poked with holes from pressing too hard with her tiny hand that hasn’t learned quite how to wield a pencil. Sometimes they are neat lines of scribbles. Sometimes a single mark swooping across the page. Sometimes they are layers of drawings upon drawings. They are abstract remnants of her imagination. I have explored them here with my camera as formal exercises of light and composition. But rather than transform them completely, I hope they reveal some of the magic she has imbued in them. They are abstract portraits of this moment in our relationship and this moment in her childhood.