Children are sticky. They’re smelly and messy and their fingers are dirty and their diapers are poopy. Elizabeth Fleming’s photos of her own family are about the beauty in that truth. Chaos and tenderness intertwine as she captures frightening bed stains bathed in late-afternoon sunlight, framing bruises and band-aids in soft-focus cocoons. Her aptly titled ongoing body of work, Life Is A Series of Small Moments, is a startlingly intimate meditation on both the rumbling anxieties of being a parent and the fleeting magic of childhood.
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Elizabeth’s work is great. Graham, you’ve got good taste.
Wow, thank you so much for posting my work, and for your wonderful description. It’s a bit uncanny because just last night I read the New York Times magazine article on the movie–what timing! I’m really looking forward to seeing it, especially the visuals which sound truly incredible. I’m honored that in some small way I might have had an impact on its creation.
Thanks again,
Elizabeth
amazing works
life is a series of small moments… yes, that’s the point
The photography is beautiful. Reminds me of my own daughter and even the furniture is reminisce of that period in her life.
What fun!