I Have No Tears Left to Cry

A year ago I began photographing the relationship I have with my mother. During our first collaboration together, I offered to scan and archive all of her photographs that she took of my siblings and I throughout our childhood. I didn't think much of it until I came across a photograph of my mother happily holding me while posing for the camera. This photograph made me uncomfortable due to the recent photographs we made together. I found discomfort in both the photograph she had taken of us and the one I had taken of us. Our perspectives of each other became weighted differently due to the length of time between the makings of the photographs. How can one photograph help alleviate the weight caused by time?

I began photographing more, sometimes with concepts in mind and other times reacting to what I saw. The more I looked, the harder it got to stay honest, so I tried hiding the truth throughout my images. This is an ongoing project that lies, tells the truth, and twists the thread between familiarity and unfamiliarity.