My Mom's Gesture

This body of work addresses the fragility and discomfort that permeates much of my life due to the premature death of my mother. This loss has left me longing for maternal connection. I photograph mothers of the approximate age my own mom would have been. Through them, I catch glimpses of my mother, be it within their specific gesture, stance, movement, or performance of a simple household task. There is a comfort I feel while collaborating with them, and for a moment, I am an adopted daughter; I feel the boundaries and securities of a relationship I once knew, as we share intimate memories of our moms. The recreation of the feeling of my mother’s presence, capturing her very essence,  allows me to linger a bit longer and to contemplate what was, and what might have been.