forgotten but not gone
(poems by Judith Skillman)

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These photographs were taken in and around my home town in central Illinois. 
I was moved to collect them and print them in this fashion after reading Robert Fulghum’s essay on visiting his own home territory in Texas:

“I know.  You think I’m making this all up.  But I’m not.  It’s true.  Most of it.  And no, it’s not heaven on earth.  It’s boring as hell in its own way, and I wouldn’t want to live there a week.  So why do I tell you, anyway?  It’s just this: that there are places we all come from -- deep-rooty-common places -- that make us who we are.  And we disdain them at the risk of self-contempt.  There is a sense in which we need to go home again -- and can go home again.  Not to recover home, no.  But to sanctify memory.”

 “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten”
 Villiard Books, 1988, page 28, used with permission

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There are 25 prints and poems in this project. (CD available)

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