ARGUS PAUL
  • Photography
    • This Is Not an Exit
    • Heartfelt Welcome
    • School Memories: The Loss in Danwon High
    • Losing Face
    • Taking to Heart
    • Reflections Inside The Seoul Metro
    • Wrestling In The Streets Of Seoul
  • Poetry
  • Articles / Interviews / Features
    • The Magnum and LensCulture Photography Awards 2017 Winners
    • LensCulture Magazine
    • PDN Emerging Photographer
    • 2018 Critical Mass Top 50
    • 2017 Critical Mass Top 50
    • CRITIC’S VIEW: Politics, Strangers & Art Not to Miss at Spring/Break 2018
    • Lomography Magazine
    • The Phoblographer
    • Burn Magazine
    • Neocha Magazine
    • [B]racket Magazine
    • Subshine
  • News
  • Blog
  • CV
  • Photography
    • This Is Not an Exit
    • Heartfelt Welcome
    • School Memories: The Loss in Danwon High
    • Losing Face
    • Taking to Heart
    • Reflections Inside The Seoul Metro
    • Wrestling In The Streets Of Seoul
  • Poetry
  • Articles / Interviews / Features
    • The Magnum and LensCulture Photography Awards 2017 Winners
    • LensCulture Magazine
    • PDN Emerging Photographer
    • 2018 Critical Mass Top 50
    • 2017 Critical Mass Top 50
    • CRITIC’S VIEW: Politics, Strangers & Art Not to Miss at Spring/Break 2018
    • Lomography Magazine
    • The Phoblographer
    • Burn Magazine
    • Neocha Magazine
    • [B]racket Magazine
    • Subshine
  • News
  • Blog
  • CV
ARGUS PAUL

Of a Premonition​​


​The memory haunts me. And for that I feel fortunate. 

It had been one year since my wife and her grandmother had seen each other. While visiting her family in China, we were able to meet briefly days prior, but this afternoon had been set aside for them to reconnect. Nainai expressed great joy in seeing her favorite granddaughter again but I also noticed how her mood would fluctuate. She’d wander to various parts of her apartment, only to end up in the verandas to look over her town. I always imagined Nainai to be Wendy from Peter Pan; part of her youth frozen in time while Wendy’s body grew old. But now surrounded by mirrors and looking at her own reflection, she seemed preoccupied with thought. She then told me she’d become increasingly nervous about her health and worried this was the last time we’d all be together.  

I assured her that she was fine- but I never got to photograph or see her again. I realize now five months later that I’d shot a portrait of a premonition: Our last afternoon with Nainai.

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