HOLD MY BONES
HOLD MY BONES
HOLD MY BONES
Is it the love that originally belonged to you, mother, which made me fall into imagery?
Is it the love that originally belonged to you, mother, which made me fall into imagery?
Is it the love that originally belonged to you, mother, which made me fall into imagery?
In order to detach oneself from the mother and to gain satisfaction from other sources, we develop interests and activities into which we put some of the love that originally belonged to the mother. – Melanie Klein, 1937
In order to detach oneself from the mother and to gain satisfaction from other sources, we develop interests and activities into which we put some of the love that originally belonged to the mother. – Melanie Klein, 1937
In order to detach oneself from the mother and to gain satisfaction from other sources, we develop interests and activities into which we put some of the love that originally belonged to the mother. – Melanie Klein, 1937
Just as motherhood is ultimately the child’s drama, so is the artistic creation.
Just as motherhood is ultimately the child’s drama, so is the artistic creation.
Just as motherhood is ultimately the child’s drama, so is the artistic creation.
In both cases the mother is the essential but silent Other, the mirror in whom the child searches for his own reflection, the body he seeks to appropriate, the thing he loses or destroys again and again, and seeks to recreate. –Susan Rubin Suleiman, 1979
In both cases the mother is the essential but silent Other, the mirror in whom the child searches for his own reflection, the body he seeks to appropriate, the thing he loses or destroys again and again, and seeks to recreate. –Susan Rubin Suleiman, 1979
In both cases the mother is the essential but silent Other, the mirror in whom the child searches for his own reflection, the body he seeks to appropriate, the thing he loses or destroys again and again, and seeks to recreate. –Susan Rubin Suleiman, 1979
Can I repair you through images? Can I keep you secure in photographs?
Can I repair you through images? Can I keep you secure in photographs?
Can I repair you through images? Can I keep you secure in photographs?
I used to think that I couldn’t lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost. – Nan Goldin, 1998
I used to think that I couldn’t lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost. – Nan Goldin, 1998
I used to think that I couldn’t lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost. – Nan Goldin, 1998
You mother, as you get older, closer to your death, when your grave feels not so far away, you make me anxious.
You mother, as you get older, closer to your death, when your grave feels not so far away, you make me anxious.
You mother, as you get older, closer to your death, when your grave feels not so far away, you make me anxious.
It is this frustration that at times makes me break your heart.
It is this frustration that at times makes me break your heart.
It is this frustration that at times makes me break your heart.
But I still wonder —as you made me wonder: Do mothers abandon us when they die?
But I still wonder —as you made me wonder: Do mothers abandon us when they die?
But I still wonder —as you made me wonder: Do mothers abandon us when they die?