Istiharoh Glasgow

Today would have been my mom’s 72nd birthday.  Istiharoh Glasgow was an amazing woman because she was filled with flaws and they did not overwhelm her. She expressed great love and it did not seem to have an end. She could be both unconscious of hurting someone and mourn deeply with someone else in their pain. Mom could watch t.v. for hours on end, and write sensitive poetry. She was, like us all, deeply human. And that was how she excelled, in her humanity. Happy birthday mom. We still miss you.

Istiharoh Glasgow with Grandaughter Inca

A year ago today, my mother, Istiharoh Glasgow passed from the reality we know as life. She was a source of great strength and guidance to the many that called her friend. She was a talented poet and designer, and as you can see from her expression in this photo with my daughter Inca, loved her grandchildren. She always said people come first, and I forget those words at my own peril.

We all miss you mom.

Self Portrait in Kitchen

This shot was taken in the kitchen that my mother remodeled just about five years ago now. It was a beautiful kitchen.

Self Portrait in bathtub

I guess the title says it all.

Self Portrait with Measurements

This self portrait from my series “Interiors” is taken next to the wall that had marks on the wall to mark our individual growth,  shrinkage or stagnation. I presume it has been painted over by the new owners.

Self Portrait In my Old Bedroom

The photo is taken in my latest bedroom in my former childhood house. My daughter Ora was born in this room.

I stand in this bedroom’s dressing room. It was at various times a place where my desk sat, my daughter Inca’s bedroom.

Self Portrait in the Living Room

I sit in the empty living room that I grew up. This was a room not often empty of people, let alone furniture. The lonely nature of the  photograph corresponds to effect of looking at this room for me now. I have warmed up the tones because this place was warm and full of life.