Red, Then Violet

“Every time I go through something scary, traumatic, I survive by taking pictures. I always thought if I photographed anyone or anything enough, I would never lose the person, I would never lose the memory, I would never lose the place.” - Nan Goldin

Coming home, what were once childhood memories, short-lived and quickly banished from my mind, have become vignettes I replay around my house, in the beautiful light of early childhood emotion. Now as an adult, the acts that would bombard me in red-wash silhouettes as a child, have taken on a different tone, violet, with distinguishable faces of those I live with. The clouds in the sky scurry away, the images recede, and the people remain. Red, then violet.