The house is quiet. They have gone to bed, leaving me alone, and the electric timer has just switched off the living-room lights. It feels like the house has finally turned on its side to fall asleep. Years ago I would have gone through my mother’s purse for one of her cigarettes and smoked in the dark. It was a magical time that the house was mine.
Tonight, however, I am restless. I sit at the dining-room table; rummage through the refrigerator. What am I looking for?
All day long I’ve been scavenging, poking around in rooms and closets, peering at their things, studying them. I arrange my rolls of exposed film into long rows and count and recount them as if they were lost. There are twenty-eight.
What drives me to continue this work is difficult to name. It has more to do with love than with sociology, with being a subject in the drama rather than a witness. And in the odd and jumbled process of working everything shifts; the boundaries blur, my distance slips, the arrogance and illusion of immunity falters. I wake up in the middle of the night, stunned and anguished. These are my parents. From that simple fact, everything follows. I realize that beyond the rolls of film and the few good pictures, the demands of my project and my confusion about its meaning, is the wish to take photography literally. To stop time. I want my parents to live forever.
Larry Sultan: An excerpt from Chapter One of Pictures From Home, 1992
This work from Larry Sultan is one of my favorites, one I return to again and again. That last little bit always gets me. I too, “wish to take photography literally. To stop time.” Even though it’s too late for my father, “I want[ed] my parents to live forever” too. Don’t we all?
I was so excited to have a photo from my project “Take Me Back To Brighton Beach” featured in February’s Real Simple. Check it out!
It was sort of magical flipping through the magazine and seeing Emily’s work…so excited for her :)