” ‘Maybe there is a beast….maybe it’s only us.’ “
-William Golding, Lord of the Flies (1954)
“Wild thing, you make my heart sing”
-The Troogs (1966)
This collection of photographs is an observation of my two young sons as they play in a verdant outdoor world. Our cultural response to male behavior is often, “boys will be boys”. While I do frequently witness my sons’ affection for aggressive play, they are also quite sensitive and sensual. As their mother, I struggle with their behavioral dichotomy, both entranced and concerned by their wild spirit. I am plagued by parental anxieties, wondering what is primal and inherited versus what is learned.
Taking cues from religious myth and iconography, these photographs portray my sons as I believe them to be – holy creatures. I fear they are fallen angels doomed by increasing exposure to the world outside the metaphorical “garden”. These images also capture the lust that I have – for their youth, for their glow, and for their obliviousness. I mourn this passing season of boyhood.