I learned about Susan Worsham's work through Too Much Chocolate's Sunday Showcase. The work caught my eye instantly. Not only is it strikingly beautiful but there is a sense of comfort and intimacy with the subjects accompanied by a slight hint of uncanny peculiarity that brings Sallie Mann, Tina Barney, Tierney Gearon and Gillian Laub to mind -all very fine photographers that I admire. The pictures seem normal at first sight, and later your eye catches a glimpse of fruit sprawled on the bed, an elder breast or an assembly of dead birds on the ground -all unexpected sightings but somehow so ordinary in these pictures. Worsham's sense of color is also exquisite and equally odd, making for complex images that somehow feel effortless.
She says of the work:
"This series of photographs is taken in and around Virginia, the place in which I grew up. The title comes from a book written by my father’s ancestor, to show the lineage of the Fox family in Virginia. For my own purpose, it acts as a metaphorical map, of the rediscovered paths of my childhood home.”