Stephenson Family Ties

I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages…

and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.

— Janet Fitch

Laima Goda

Lucian Freud, The Painter’s Mother Reading, 1975

Nickolai Kalmykov

Patrick Neill

silja goetz

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For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.
~James Baldwin~