Barbara McDonnell

Ella’s Library

After photographing my childhood home, I began to make pictures of the library left behind, my mother’s collection of well worn and loved books. I grew up in a family of readers and my mother’s books had a talismanic quality, at least for me. To this day I can see my mother in her chair, glasses sliding down her nose, with one of the now ratty and crumbling volumes in her lap now in residence on my studio table.