After I relocated to Denmark from the United States, I was clouded by both parental exhaustion and cultural disorientation. At the same time, I became highly attuned to the way my three kids interpreted their surroundings. Massive trees, castles ruins, and forest paths are the background to these years. This was not the landscape of my American childhood, but the plants and landscapes evoked memories of the Scandinavian fairytales that my grandmother, a teacher inspired by the Danish folk schools, had shared with me. Reading recipes for elderflower juice and sampling rhubarb and sugar peas from gardens blurred my sense of past and present. These images, made as my kids grow, consider flashes of children’s agelessness and my experience of being gradually outnumbered by my children and the Danes. -Sarah Schorr
Daughter to Father
Why must things disappear
In order to see them?
Changing the room
Reveals the dust lines
Pepper-light but holding
Two chairs just after 6am
Pencil lines, patter on strings
Hazel eyes watching
Under the first hazy beam
Grapenuts and coffee with milk
Father to Children and Grandchildren (Untitled by Mark Schorr)
