At age 7, Diana Markosian would look at the sky and wonder if her father was on each passing plane. Years later, she went in search of him, seeking answers in adulthood that she never got as a child.
When Diana Markosian was 7, she would stand outside her strange new home in Southern California and look toward the sky as each airplane passed overhead, wondering if her father would be on that plane. Or the next one.
I don’t believe that my images can live fully without their texts. In a way the texts protect the authenticity of the image. In a way the texts prevent the image from being shrouded and trapped in the ever so often stereotypes that have always followed the black image. Writing covers the nakedness of the images.