Untitled, Kitchen Table Series, Carrie Mae Weems 1990
Today was the brunch for the scholarship recipients at school and I ended up sitting next to a board member and someone who has put a lot of money into the school. After telling me her brief history, she asked me what my major was and if I were in my thesis year.
"Photography and no, ma’am, but next semester I will be! Ack!"
She laughed and asked if I had any idea what my thesis might be about.
"My family and the idea of ‘home’. I’m really obsessed with it all and it’s really an important part of my work."
She immediately told me to check out Carrie Mae Weems and every part of me lit up and I told her, “Carrie is actually a huge influence on me.” She asked what about her work I like and I took a deep breath and I said, “Everything. I’m completely tired of art about “the other” and having “the other” wag their finger at the viewer. Carrie takes her own personal experience and highlights them in a way that could either go right over your head or make you sit and think about yourself while viewing her work, but never in a way that puts the viewer in an awkward position. At least not at first. I admire that wholeheartedly.”
She smiled and told me that’s what she liked about her work as well. She went on to tell me about the time she met her before she became well known in the art world and all I could think was, “of all the people I could sit next to, this kind woman was placed here and it’s obvious it’s for a reason.”
I’m no longer writing about Francesca Woodman, but about the photograph attached to this.
Happy reading, happy weekend.