Edward Steven Perry

Photographer who loves sharing everything he knows about anything

Tag: love

The Myth of the Frame

A frame seems to protect the content from its audience. Preserving it for a future audience that will always never come.

What if I could take down any art piece appreciate it with touch, rotation, smell, basically interact with it like a person. Sure, it makes the piece vulnerable to damage and takes away from its “sellability” but what’s the big deal?

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Why is it that if others touched a piece that it degrades the specialness it has. How much in our lives is any different? Do we not assume that our loved ones have been with others in the past yet we love them all the same. Let go and appreciate things when you have them and don’t assume they won’t have a life of their own after you.

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Also, how much in my life has been self-framed to keep me from being vulnerable and unopened to what I could experience?

Memory of Eddie

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I was raised by my grandparents. When I was 13 my grandfather Eddie started his 10 year descent into Alzheimer’s. Over the course of that decade the memory of his character before the illness blurred with whom I was living. I was losing more than a loved one, I was losing how I perceived him.

For his funeral I put together a collage of photos of him that spanned his 97 years. Sorting through each photo I relived his life and got to know him through memories he couldn’t share. Then I came across a photo I took of him when I was eight. He was in mid motion taking a toothpick from his mouth (He loved toothpicks). His classic straw fedora hat was tilted to the side. There was an orange glow to his face and it brought him back to life in my memory.

Despite how advanced his condition had become, he never forgot who I was. He always recognized me as his “Niño”. For this I am forever grateful. Even when I had a hard time remembering who he was, he never lost memory of me.