I wonder how many of us have created our most meaningful works from a place of heartbreak or loss or uncertainty.
I know for myself that my photography took a dramatic turn as I faced down the devastating effects of my mother’s dementia and the depression that threatened to consume my son.
I’ve followed the work of Brandon Thibodeaux for years, and I understand the place from which he began the work for his newly released book, In That Land of Perfect Day.
From the Washington Post article – Finding Race and Compassion in the Mississippi Delta, by writer Marisa Schwartz Taylor:
Thibodeaux had just come out of an eight-year relationship that ended with a lost pregnancy. “I was heartbroken and lost,” he said. “I did what I’ve always done as a cancer survivor and curious photographer, I turned to strangers to find the answers.”
“My goal for this work is to allow the humanity of the region, the stories of triumph both small and large, to rise to the surface in hopes of fostering a better understanding of its racial identity,” he said.
“As long as there’s been race, there has been racism,” Thibodeaux said. “It didn’t start with us, and it certainly won’t end with us. But finding common ground through a shared human experience can help solve this pervasive and long-lasting cancer, and this is done one heart at a time.”
I don’t know how, or if, my photographs will change the world.
I only know that each of us must try to find a place where even broken things are whole.