“Photographer: Available for divorces, funerals, illness, social injustice, scenes of domestic violence, exploration of sexuality and any joyful events.”
(Jo Spence)
Angry at the parts of me that pin themselves into corners and archetypes, sleepless one evening, I took down a list of all of her, categorically, shaking my head as I denoted, my little cat stretching her legs at the foot of the bed, deciding their names and origins and how I could snatch them out of me and in/on/to 8x10 glossy photos.
