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Falling in Love at the End of the Universe

The subjects of these photographs are wives, mothers, siblings; family members of soldiers.  They stand in as witnesses for the traces, dust, and scent of what’s been lost and what’s been endured and what is still happening.

Making photograph of the family members of soldiers that have served in the Afghanistan and/or Iraq war is way to have a dialogue with a surreal experience.  Ideally, the photograph can serve as a vehicle to illuminate the myriad and shared stories of loss, separation and hope.

My brother went to war.  Robert, my brother, flies Apache helicopters.
During his two tours of duty my family and I lived in a heightened state of fear and anxiety.  I often wondered how much time he spent being afraid. We don’t talk about the specifics of his experience.

A toll has been placed on ours and other countries soil due to continued global conflict. The reality of the Afghanistan and Iraq wars remains abstract and faraway.   A growing numbness protects us, especially when sprinkled with a dose of indifference and sublimation. Our capacity to recognize and identify with others, without moral judgment, simply as human to human is threatened as our exposure grows.
Ultimately these images are made in recognition of what Joseph Campbell coined, ‘The joyful participation in the sorrows of the living.’