Life is full of collisions.
Sometimes they're wrecks — the kind that make for massive change and re-evaluation, the kind that have you tend to wounds and find wisdom in the once rough-and-pink now smooth-and-white scars that are left behind. Reminders of coming full circle. Learning something more.
Sometimes they're bumps —like the kind that might happen in the street, right place, right time. They resonate without the markings on skin. They come more as nudges, reminders to buck up and flash some teeth rather than bare them.
Tema came as a bump after a wreck a year ago.
I collided with her work online. I tend to sift through images like a beach bum with a metal detector looking for gold and I found this image and it sparked words. Tema then stumbled upon Jemima, this here place with her work nestled in nicely, and then wrote to me from 10000 miles away.
Over the past year we've exchanged photos and more words. In her work I've found a little gold in times when I felt I simply wouldn't. We've mused life, love, words and photography never finding firm outcomes or answers but somehow we've continued to be small bumps for each other when needed.
So Ms Tema Stauffer, happy pen-pal anniversary. I'm looking forward to a New York 'cuppa' (she now knows what that means), meeting you, and a Brooklyn summer ...
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