KENDRICK BRINSON | Diary of a Photographer
My grandmother June Mama fell in the rose bush outside of her home in Beverly Hills, Florida. In previous falls, she broke a knee, hip, wrist, and shoulder. On this occasion, she cracked her pelvis and broke bones in her forearm. At the time, she was living alone, so she had to scream for help from the bushes. My mother received a phone call from the company that was alerted when June Mama pressed the panic button that hangs from her neck. Before she heard if her mother was okay, she drove 421 miles to be by her side.
CHARLES HARBUTT | Romance for the Real, Part II
Issue 12
In the first chapter, I pointed out that the human ability to draw appears to have evolved from our primate ancestors, with whom we share that paleomammalian—visual, emotional—brain. Unfortunately, no sightings have been reported of gorillas drawing in the wild. Perhaps the researchers were so focused on the conscious topics of their academic studies they didn’t SEE the drawings in the sand. They were blinded by what they were looking for.
MARIELA SANCARI | Home
Home is an ongoing project on the people living close to my mother’s house in Abasto, a little town in Argentina. These people have been our neighbors for a long time, since I was a child but only now, after many years living in another country, I come back and see them with a different light. I see them as extra-ordinary characters.
