I can’t help but think the ones doing the greatest work in the world will never be properly recognized—never be called ‘elite performers’ or ‘innovators’ or make the fancy 30 under 30 list.
Because the greatest work in the world is silent, done without fanfare, the tiny blocks of building love in a family and choosing it even when it is freaking hard.
I hope a slice of the legacy I leave is art where I celebrated that impossibly lonely, beautiful work we do in families and illuminated it for just a minute longer, inspired some tired mama or dad to show up with head held a little higher when they didn’t have achievements bursting out their ears because they were “just being a mom” or “just hanging out with the kids.” I mean. Sometimes it’s pretty pictures. I won’t kid myself–
But it’s mostly that your most brilliant, far reaching effort deserves to be seen and celebrated and acknowledged for the amazing, world-changing contribution it is.
i want to be obnoxious and say, go read that again. go HEAR it for real, internalize it, know it, feel it til it rings and radiates out from your gorgeous body in incredible rays!
maybe it’s less obnoxious if i’m talking to myself, cause goodness knows i’m always preaching to a choir of one. we give what we most ache to get.
if you want to get the ones you love most, the ones you work to love and the ones you choose afresh every day in front of the camera for not just documenting but photos that mean something, i’d love to be your lady. contact me here and i’ll send over all the details lightning fast, m’friend.
