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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