In the seven years I knew Emma, I did more than a thousand pictures of her and put her in many hundreds of little stories, always with her blessing, often with her input. Not yet 35, Emma died earlier this year. I feel it necessary to celebrate Emma’s life. Her story is certainly more complicated and interesting and full of vitality than my portrayals. I do what I can. It seemed appropriate to me to post a little piece about Emma on Easter. I think she’d be tickled at the irreverence of it. But no matter what the season, day, year, Emma remains in my mind, ever fun, ever sexy, ever naughty, ever kind.
Just now I did another little “painting” of Emma. There’s no story for it, and there might not be, but for those of you interested in the image, you might find it here:
https://mmtwassel.wixsite.com/stories/emma-easter