Fine Art Photography | Color, B&W, Landscape, water, form, representational, abstract, workshops: JW Johnston
 
  Page Brook
  Impro Topo
  Old Haunts
  Trees
  Shenandoah
  Rock
  Window
  Snow

Home Body

This is my home and I wear it like skin. This is where casual conversation provides sustenance, where triumphs are celebrated, failures endured, where I found solace as my first marriage failed, where my father died despite my attempt to resuscitate him, and where I once shared an observation with my mother before remembering she had died a week earlier.


Evidence of my parents’ lives is everywhere: from my father’s fading notes and carpentry calculations on cracked-paint walls to my mother’s now mud-encrusted canning jars on the cellar’s dirt floor.  Cleaning up the evidence would erase some of my parents’ story - my story, too. I yearn for the illusion of permanence. I am all too aware that life is ephemeral. 


We all experience the passage and ravages of time. No matter one’s race, religion, ideology or status, we all die. People we love die.  We mourn, cope and seek comfort in individual ways. “Home Body” is one way I cope. I memorialize as caretaker, curator, son.

In “Home Body,” I explore imprints of time and family on my boyhood home - and on me.  This 120-year-old house in a small upstate New York village has been the family home since 1960. My parents raised my sister and me here. I lived elsewhere for two decades. My wife and I moved back in 2003.

 
Alternate Entrance
 
Traces, Mudroom
 
The Door, Boiler Room Side, Detail
 
The Door, Garage Side, Detail
 
Product Placement #1, Sealed Coal Bin
 
Dad's Wrenches
 
Copper Pipe, Plastic Handle
 
Dad's Hat & Lawn Chair
 
Fire Stop
 
Where the Fireworks Picture Used To Be
 
Mom's Book of Hymns
 
Mom's Piano
 
Product Placement #2, Cellar
 
Product Placement #2, One Year Later
 
Mom's Canning Jars
 
Foundation #2, Cellar
 
Foundation #4, Cellar
 
Foundation #1, Cellar
 
The Door, Garage, Full View