Thinking of Women's Lives

On June 5th, 2001 the day my mother died, my father had a heart attack and a stroke. While he made a good recovery and went on to live a very happy old age, he could no longer live on his own. So I gave up my apartment and moved back with him. It took an amazing amount of work to care for him, work I soon realized that was not recognized by the world. It got me thinking about how so much of what women have done for centuries has not been acknowledged.

I thought about my mother and grandmother and the things they had gone through, and began a series of portraits of women. In this body of work I pay tribute to their contributions and strength.