Jacky Andrews is howl & rose photography
The life you lead is art in itself, and I want to lean in close.
I grew up with the grass between my toes in the suburbs of Chicago. The swing in my backyard hung from a branch 30 feet up-- my sister and I would push each other in humungous circles as we leaned back, gazing at the sky through the green maple leaves. Twelve years ago I adopted Los Angeles as my new home. Although I miss the thunderstorms of the midwest, I'm thoroughly convinced I was destined to live out 284 sunny days per year. Light and shadows are akin to poetry in my eyes. There's that old saying about stopping to smell the roses-- for me, this translates into quiet observation and creating art with it...
The way the golden light at the end of the day gently dances across the leaves of the magnolia tree.
The gentle touch of a mothers hand, cradling her child's cheek.
A shared giggle among siblings-- hands on their bellies, doubled over.
The silent, powerful stare of a woman, straight to my soul.
The wind in your hair, the twirl of a dress, the blur of two legs taking off.
The warmth of held hands.
I notice, observe, and crave more.
Just a note: Becoming a mama has been life-altering, exhausting, heart-warming, hard as hell, and incredible, which has led to a newfound desire and understanding of documenting the mother-child relationship. I am humbled to play this role (both mother and photographer) and am honored each time someone chooses me to document a part of their own unique, magical journey.