Grief does take time. One day you wake up and you’re ready. That’s how I came here. To Substack. I woke up and heard a voice to begin. I was given a title too and it was all a bit supernatural. I kept thinking, what? I had a story in my heart and I decided after 2.5 years of grieving some heavy things that I was ready. You’re here and now you have something on your heart that’s deeper. For your brother. It will happen. Just give it over and ask, “what am I meant to do?” Give me direction. I was a professional photographer for 22 years - but I love everything about photography. It moves me. How do we do that? How will you do that. It’s gonna happen. Sending you much love. ox
What a lovely idea. Please do it. A few years ago I attempted a photographic essay about my relationship with my brother, focused mostly on our early years together. It didn’t answer any questions for me, actually it raised more questions, but it was a satisfying project in its way. And grief is like your photos here: a sense of transition(ing) through liminal space. (My brother is still living but he cut ties with me after our mother died. 🤷🏼♀️)
Wrangling memories and translating them into words and pictures is the artists labor of love. Magnify that with the love of your brother and you embarck on an intimate journey. I look forward to appreciating your outcome.
that's a good project.
on another note: next time choose the right shoes for walking. i think neil milton had a post about the importance of choosing the right shoes
🙏 thanks Perfectlight — flip-flops 🩴 are not the finest choice I made this week 😆
Very sincere! Well said!
Thanks so much :)
I'm sure you loved your brother very much!
I am so sorry for your loss. A photo project evoking how you feel about him, how he felt about life, who he was, is a beautiful idea. A treasure. ox
Thanks, Deborah. It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for awhile but it takes time to reach the right moment doesn’t it!
Grief does take time. One day you wake up and you’re ready. That’s how I came here. To Substack. I woke up and heard a voice to begin. I was given a title too and it was all a bit supernatural. I kept thinking, what? I had a story in my heart and I decided after 2.5 years of grieving some heavy things that I was ready. You’re here and now you have something on your heart that’s deeper. For your brother. It will happen. Just give it over and ask, “what am I meant to do?” Give me direction. I was a professional photographer for 22 years - but I love everything about photography. It moves me. How do we do that? How will you do that. It’s gonna happen. Sending you much love. ox
Thanks so much, Deborah. I believe I found Substack for much the same reason. I'm glad you're here, and I'm thankful for your kindness x
What a beautiful seed for a new project. 💜🌳
Thanks, Tori
What a lovely idea. Please do it. A few years ago I attempted a photographic essay about my relationship with my brother, focused mostly on our early years together. It didn’t answer any questions for me, actually it raised more questions, but it was a satisfying project in its way. And grief is like your photos here: a sense of transition(ing) through liminal space. (My brother is still living but he cut ties with me after our mother died. 🤷🏼♀️)
Thanks, Marie, beautiful words that I appreciate. I’m so sorry to hear that your relationship with your brother is complicated.
What wonderful poetic way of showing your brother's life. Sorry to hear the reason for starting this project, but I think you really nailed it.
Thanks, Marcel, I’ve written about him so many times but have not felt that I quite reached him. Maybe photography is the way.
Wrangling memories and translating them into words and pictures is the artists labor of love. Magnify that with the love of your brother and you embarck on an intimate journey. I look forward to appreciating your outcome.
Thank you, I appreciate your words of understanding and encouragement.