It was an August afternoon in 2003 when my parents said,
"Girls, we need to talk." Those five words never meant anything
good. My dad sat between my sister and I on the couch, and my
mom sat on the loveseat. We sat there for a while in silence
until my dad said, “It’s your show, Julie.” Then my mom said,
“Girls, your father and I are getting a divorce.” My sister and I
started crying. My dad started crying. My mom just sat there
crocheting. Phrases such as “We still love each of you” and “It’s
not your fault” fluttered through the air. Shortly after my dad
moved out. Every other weekend custody started. Holidays
were spent at one house or the other.
The format is horizontal to contrast with the broken-ness in each image. The colors are desaturated and slightly edited to show that the announcement of divorce was just the beginning; the actual event was just the first thunder clap of the storm.
This series was inspired by Emotionlessness by Gwendolyn Kraehenfuss, broken dishes of summer oh nine, and my parents’ divorce.
*I love my entire family very much. They are great people (read about them here). This is just something I needed to do to help release emotions that have been building up for years. It is the first time that I have artistically expressed how I felt about this subject. So for me it represents divorce, but for you it could mean something else. No family is perfect.
I love you! you are so amazing!
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