Niko
Krivanek

I see my mom everywhere. I see her in my brother, in my dad, in myself. I see her in front porches, cakes, and quarters. I see my mother in the light that falls on everything.                                                                                                                                                 My mom is the light. She is in everything                                                             Photographing my life away from my incarcerated mother has proven to be one of the most fulfilling challenges of my life. People are often confused by my images and wonder how they can possibly represent my mother. I share in this confusion. The relationship one shares with their mother is as intuitive and indescribable as the instinct to press the shutter. I react to the light cast on a treehouse in the same way I do when my mother walks through the door at our visits: pure enlightening joy and a desire to share this joy with anyone and everyone.