blacks artists


I visited my Pop-Pop in a rehabilitation center and he allowed me to take his portrait. He hasn’t been home in 3 months after he simply sat down one night and couldn’t get back on his feet. He’s been struggling with his lungs and heart, and we thought we were going to lose him a few days after he was hospitalized. He’s fighting for our sake; his body may be failing him but he’s never lost his edge, and demanded that grilled cheese he’s proudly holding in the second image to replace the egg salad the hospital gave him as part of the strict diet they have him on. He also checked himself out of this rehab center yesterday morning although he can barely walk, let alone drive, because he was sick of not being home with his family. Every time I see him he holds my hand and looks me in the eye and tells me to remember my worth and to never settle. It’s an honor to be his granddaughter.

by kelly smith