Born on the Same Day
They were born on the same day. Everything around them began precisely the same, yet they are entirely unique. Every morning they open their eyes and there is “the other one”, their fraternal twin, their castmate.
They weave a tale of drama, comedy, and tragedy. They dance together, push apart, run away and return to dance together again. I soothed their booboos, provided costumes and a safe haven. Princess dress-up turned into gymnastics competitions and pointe shoes. Simply kissed wounds have been replaced with the joys and sorrows of fantasy falling away. They cry, they scream, they triumph and fail.
Sometimes I cry. Often, I laugh. I console. I advise. I feel their suffering and strength, working to lessen the former and develop the latter. And all the while I make photographs, having also become the archivist of their childhood, creating a lyrical, vivid family album as unique as each twin.