Pain And It’s Wings
My entire world hadn’t burnt down, but it felt like it had. Our daughter was 2 at the time of his death , [and just 20 weeks old when my husband was given 6 months to live.] He fought and fought and fought and the echoes of his screams [ bone cancer] will stay with me forever.
You cry your eyes out. You see from another place.
I have her. My piece of him. I have his love. Pure, inspiring and passionate, all consuming, nurturing as love can be. Real love stays with you. Lives inside you. Becomes you. Informs, measures everything.
I have these photographs that I took at the time-turning the camera on me as I couldn’t bear to let the outside world in, and the darkroom felt such a safe place for my emotions, so a place I was often, producing one off prints.
The photographs of my daughter, my way of sharing the beautiful moments as he wasn’t there. Of holding onto them.
I urge everyone to spend their emotions as creatively as possible. Turning your pain, agony, torment, misfortunes into shared inspiration, something beautiful, something meaningful is the only way I can conceive ever going forward.
Paula Rae Gibson
