For instance, she never told me that she was a model. We always had a strong bond, but I had a feeling that there was so much more behind the part of her that I could see and access. For as hard as I tried, I just could not effectively capture her soul in a shot. She just was too much to be contained in a single image-too beautiful, too smart, too funny, too intelligent, to aggressive, too incredible. I have always felt a reverence, a sort of resistance in the action of photographing her. I tried to photograph and film my mother too, but pointing a camera at her has never been easy. DIRECTOR’S NOTES Ever since my dad gave me a camera when I turned seven, making images has been a strategy to keep hold of the people I loved, saving them from the passing of time.
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