A Cushion for Old Age: A Photographic Memoir
I’ve always had this odd craving—compulsion really—to make the fleeting, split second wonder into an eternal, solidified and steadfast. I want to squeeze every ounce of remembrance out of this life that I am building with my bare hands, so that when my old age comes, as it inevitably will, I will have a cushion to sit on, something to hold onto, something to share, something to speak of the places and the people and the trials and storms and the soft and the hard and the love—all the love.
So here is a little glimpse into A Cushion for Old Age. What it felt like to stand on equal ground with a man for the first time ever and be respected in the way a women should. What it looked like to watch my kid sisters chase after airplanes along the San Fransisco bay the morning after we gained a new family member. Documentation of spring break 2018 where we backpacked in Big Sur, CA. The gracefulness of my grandmother’s favorite wildflowers. It is a series of limitless images, left to grow and build and wrap and change around all I’m led too in this life. I hope to one day have a place where I am able to display each and every last image all at once, with enough give to keep adding, because these images are the products of my everyday.
Process wise, these images use everything from a 4x5 View Camera, to a Canon DSLR, my great grandfather’s 1975 35mm Nikkormat, and an iPhone 6s that my father gave to me. And I think even that is telling, of where the ground broke.
Scroll a tad farther down for a look into the process.