These are the people of my life.
They are my first kisses, my awkward fumblings. They are treasured memories and deep cuts. With some, I share only a simple “hello” here and there. Others, a whole secret code. A language in winks and grins. But through this series, I have learned that each one, in their unique way, is a line, a hatch mark, a stain that forms the pattern of my own portrait.
C.C.
Chicago, 2010
They are my first kisses, my awkward fumblings. They are treasured memories and deep cuts. With some, I share only a simple “hello” here and there. Others, a whole secret code. A language in winks and grins. But through this series, I have learned that each one, in their unique way, is a line, a hatch mark, a stain that forms the pattern of my own portrait.
C.C.
Chicago, 2010
