My mother wanted me to doaself portrait of her without her wig foralong time.Ikept putting it off. FinallyIfound that old dress and asked if she would wear it. She agreed. In the endIfeel it’s the best photoIhave ever taken. Her hands, her expression. My mother. Warrior, cancer survivor.
My mother. She kept asking me to do a portrait of her without her hair, and I kept putting it off. Then I found this tattered old dress, and decided I would try to tell a little if her story with the image. Cancer survivor, warrior, mother.