This summer, teaching in Florence during the month of June as I often do, I was sitting in the apartment I rent and suddenly began thinking about a friend of mine, the painter Linda Skrainka, who had passed away two days before I had left for Florence. I was not expecting this death, because being a private person, Linda did not talk to me about the immediacy of the threat to her.
Glancing around the apartment, I was reminded of her work, her careful, loving way of lookings at things around her just as they were. I began to walk around the apartment photographing with my little JOCO, this time in color. The photographs I made are a tribute to her and her way of celebrating light and all the small details of this world.