There are the things that are out in the open, and there are the things that are hidden. The real world has more to do with what is hidden.
— Saul Leiter
It’s been a bleak time. Last summer, my dad died. Set against the backdrop of the grander world stage – a stage in flames – it is a small grief, maybe. But it is my grief. I have written something about him and when I have found some courage, I will post it, but for now: small things. Beacuse the small things reveal the big things; the sum of their parts. The things that give us meaning. I picked up a camera for the first time in a long, long time last week. It was my dad’s camera. I felt it in my hands. Solid. Weighty. I thought about all the times he had picked it up. I imagined his big hands wrapped around it. His eye, seeking out moments. Sweet bursts of joy.
It was dawn. I was looking for some light.
© Emily Hughes, 2020
So, so nice to see you here again. Your work is as good as ever. I missed it. Truly hope to see you/your work more often from now on. You have a great talent. And condolences.
Thank you Petru for your kind words. I will endeavour to post more frequently! I hope you are staying well. Best wishes, Emilyx
I can see the sadness in these but I see promise, too. I hope you continue with the camera, or with whatever way of expressing what’s happening feels best. Those emotions may be painful, but where would we be without them? And your work always acknowledges the emotional side, which makes it strong. Take care!
thanks so much for your kinds words, Lynn.
I’m so sorry to hear this Emily, and to have this awful year following too must be tough..you’ve made something so beautiful here though, how wonderful to think of his eye looking through the lens and now yours, finding such small lovely treasures.