About the Artist
- My Story
There was a little girl living in an attic of an old church. It was a quaint space where she and her mom lived - the bedroom, the living room, and the kitchen were all connected which created a cozy atmosphere. Her mom always left her college artwork lying around - precious photographs and carefully painted canvases that the little girl would meticulously attempt to restore. Her mom often hummed, sang and danced to the sweet sound of Nora Jones which filled every corner of the small apartment. As the record played, the music took over the room and for a split second everything was perfect. Everything was alright again. The little girl wandered over to the bed, crawled in it, picked up an old film camera, and began carefully crafting her next move. She photographed a woman filled with joy, song, dance and laughter.
I wish that camera had film inside of it so that I could visualize that memory when I dream about my mom back on earth. That was the first moment I ever wanted to freeze so I could replay it a thousand times over.
Circumstances in my life have allowed me to see the gift of precious moments.
I want to capture yours.
Photo by Austin Martin