The Story Reveals Itself
May 16, 2014Image Essay by Moira De Luca
The creative process keeps happening in my mind, even after the painting is done.
The creative process keeps happening in my mind, even after the painting is done.
She indulged in hot baths, scoured Goodwill for school clothes, and patched the roof.
What was my mix? Was I part Jewish, Italian, African, Native American, Hispanic, Irish?
The human stories behind photographs can be tools for supporting social change.
I didn’t see how I could say no. I knew if I were in her shoes, I’d feel the same.
The intensity and obtuseness of family bonds is a mystery few of us tire of.
The glory and heartache of having your own family is there’s no possibility of staying out of the mess.