The 2017 Love Letters Exhibition: Part 2

The 2017 Love Letters Exhibition: Part 2 by Grant GillFebruary 14, 2017

photos depicting everyday life for young women in the 1800-early 1900's

©Erika Masterson, The Love Letter, Melbourne, FL

©Wendi Schneider, Dawn, Denver, CO

©Patricia Ackerman, It never arrived, Oporto, Portugal

©Ana Roelofs, BROTHERS, Davos (CH)

©Alaina Dall, Found When Cleaning Out Her Things, Los Angeles, CA

– I love how you saved sweet things, like notes, photos, and birth announcements. Your beautiful spirit is always with me.

©honeylazar, Our 43rd New Year’s Eve, Big Sur, CA

©Joey Potter, “Sister” 1960 (Re-imagined), Battles Wharf, AL

©Diane Fenster, The Seeker #2, Pacifica, CA

– Extreme love to my husband Miles Stryker, who takes on the mantle of muse with such grace and doesn’t get “too” angry when we arrive at a location to shoot and I find I’ve left my memory card at home.

©Vihang Deota , Journey of Two, San Diego, CA

©Nanette Rae Freeman, Quirky Artifacts, Summerville, GA

– I am continuously drawn to others’ deeply personal place-making, often expressed with quirky collections of artifacts. I think of these sites I stumble across as loving shrines.

©Roger Leege, Dreaming of You, San Jose, Costa Rica

©Rosella Birgy, She Smiles, Minneapolis, MN

– I love the way her smile is the brightest at the most insignificant moments–like every little thing we do is worth a special smile. I love her so much–she deserves to smile more.

©Lindsay Richard, The Color Lab, North Walpole, NH

– A friend of mine recently left the commercial printing manufacturer we both work for. I feel his loss because he’s the kind of guy who wants things to be beautiful, even when they’re caked in dust, oil and ink.

©Mark Indig, Genoa, Genoa, Italy

©Maureen Haldeman, Paris Je T’aime, Paris, France

©Mara Zaslove, Wrapped in Love, Los Angeles, CA

– When I see another mother and child, it brings back a flood of memories of when I held you, my daughter, in my arms and the strong desire to always protect you.

©Deborah Saul, Leaving, St. Paul, MN

– Dear sweet daughter as you go into the world, know that my love surrounds you like a soft mist. You have everything you need, you are whole and perfect.

©LI HUI, The Kiss, Kyoto

©Georgia Matsamaki, Freshly bought Holding Hand on a duvet cover, Chania-Crete, Greece

– …Dear diary, my beloved JH is still far away and I miss him so. Today I bought a holding hand for all those unbearably endless days and nights, as I keep on anticipating the moment we will see each other again…

©Madison Beach, Skater Shadow, Copenhagen

– A photographic love letter to skating and the world it opens up.

©otto di paolo, without title, Milan, Italy

©Lorena Endara, The End, Los Angeles, CA

– Dear Chocolate Milkshake,
This is not the end.

Love,

Lorena

_©Marla Puziss_In Jude_'sGarden_NewMexico

©Marla Puziss, In Jude’s Garden, NM

– This photo will always remind me of my husband, who was with me in his cousin’s garden. The two heart-shaped chairs are our love and life together.

©Derek Oss, Mom & Me, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada

– Shine on, you crazy diamond

©Dina Oganova, White Sea, Georgia, Kobuleti

©Shaun Martins, As He Is, Cranston, RI

– My loving husband whom I embrace and love as he is.

©Susan Lirakis, Brave New Soul, Tivoli, NY

– Dear New One who is a good antidote to troubling world happenings. We are glad to meet you.

©Victoria J. Ridgway, Roadside Attraction, Vinton, LA

– Without you, I questioned my strength. Without you, I found myself.

©Crina Prida, Music Room, Cluj, Romania

©Pete Rogers, Dear John ….,Brighton, UK

©Kathleen B. Donovan, Little Bear, Waunakee, WI

©Nadia Correia, Gangster, London, UK

©JP Terlizzi, Self Portrait, Kiss, New York, NY

– Loving you has been a journey of transformation for me, you have taught me to be comfortable in my own skin and I can be myself when I am with you. Thank you for always being there to support and encourage me in anything that I do.

©Mia Campopiano, Mother’s Embrace, Norton, MA

– Dear Essie,

Thank you for allowing me to capture this fleeting moment of us. I will treasure it forever.

Love,

Mom

©Francine Weiss, Fionn, Maynard, MA

– Dear Fionn, you are still a baby, and people give me evaluations of what you can or cannot do. Know this: I will love you always and no matter what. This is my love letter to you, and it is the first of many.

©Diane Peterson, Sending you my Love, Hubbard, OR

©Martin Cox, Gilsfjarðarbrekka, Iceland

– Yet my mind wanders ever back to our time at Gilsfjarðarbrekka.

©Mildred Alpern, My Sweetheart, New York, NY

– So thankful for all the good years we are sharing.

©Tori Gagne, Moonlit Dance III, Lompoc, CA

– Taj,

You represent freedom, wisdom, hope, dreams, wildness, courage, trust, relationship, spirituality, mystery and presence.

You open my heart, my senses are fully engaged when I am in your presence, you are a magnificent gift to me and all who aspire to understand your species.

Thank you for being in my life.

Tori

©Melanie Walker, Text Wove, Boulder, CO

Nottingham, UK. I’m still with John but in few hours we are going to be separated again. Nottingham, July 2016.

©Giulia Berto, The Night Before – From the series Fragments, Nottingham, UK

– I’m still with John but in few hours we are going to be separated again. Fragments is a story of a chase, a love letter slowly unfolding across the sea.

– I love you because you let me go out to sea, even when you’re rooted to the land.

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– You told me ‘I love you more than I have ever loved’. My work and my life have been devoted to understanding love ever since.

– Dear Edgar,
I am sorry to wake you from your beautiful sleep. It’s time for guitar.
I have a warm t-shirt for you- just out of the dryer.
Love, Mama

– With all of my love for your beginning, please accept this gift of love, two bodies and one soul.

– You never fail to surprise or amaze, or amuse. Lucky me.

– Saudosamente recordo uma gentil companheira que na minha vida inteira eu nunca vi…mas recordo a sua boca doirada e o seu corpo esmaecido, em un halito perdido que vem na tarde doirada. Mario de Sa-Carneiro