Micalengela's final photography project last term was this portrait of our family. She tortured us over Thanksgiving weekend, waiting until we were all overfed and dogtired and then took photos of our er, body parts at close range.
Talk about unwilling subjects! Who wants a camera lens up close and personal with your wattly neck, batwings, or crinkly eyes?
But look at what she wrought from our misshapen selves!
I was overwhelmed when I saw it. I can't stop looking at it. It is truly a mosaic of our lives, a complete capture of our personalities, our family dynamics, and of our separate but wholeness in this stage of our family life.
My favorites are the two dogs at top and bottom, keeping watch over the family and bringing up the rear with their goofiness. Or The Bride's hands. Or my stripey socks. Or MM's controversial Amish period.
Like most artists, after sweating through weeks over it, she's done with it and happy to have me take over and figure out where to hang it. We don't have a wall that it would fit on in our house except the stairs and the logistics are a little mind-boggling since I am not known for my ability to hang plumb lines.
I'm thinking it should go in the cottage. The kids think renters will find it too intrusive. I think it might be just the thing to remind people to keep their feet off the furniture and not drink Hawaiian Punch on the sofa. Too much?