Emma Frances

My grandmother kept everything, pictrues, letters, cards, ticket stubs, newspapers, magazines. They all collect dust in my parents' attic. In the picture above, she is the one in front, the one who demands the attention, the one who is beautiful, vibrant, intelligent. She was a woman of grace, a woman of love, and a woman I didn't have a chance to get to know. In an effort to reconnect with a grandmother I lost at a young age, I have created this. I am on a quest to find out more about the beloved Emma Frances, and along the way find out more about myself, as well...