Maisie Crow is a dedicated photojournalist who unmasks the insecurities and messyness of life. And she does it…
I was in a photojournalism class in college when I saw one of Crow’s videos for the first time. It was a video project, called Hungry, featuring a father with a boy who has Prader-Willi Syndrome. (And two and a half years later, I still remember the video.) Crow has also worked on a photo project, called Love Me, portraying the struggles of an adolescent growing up in poverty. And currently, she’s working on a project called The Last Clinic, featuring what may be the last abortion clinic in all of Mississippi.
Photojournalism is exceptionally good at helping us taste the bitterness of reality. You don’t have to dig too far to find nitty-gritty stories of soldiers who suffer from PTSD, stories of those people in that country or in that state who have lost their child via murder or war, stories of people who have no home, stories of people who face ten times more sighs and tears in the day ahead than most of us do when we get up in the morning.
Well, most of us are simply curious about the mysteries and unusual circumstances that life on earth brings. And so these stories intrigue us. But if we’re honest with ourselves, most of us would admit that these stories sting, too… Because these people are not only living in the darkness of their story at the moment…they’re facing three-hundred-and-sixty-five days of darkness over and over and over and over for however long they live; this is their long-term, every day reality.
So that leads us to one of the most admirable (and sobering) qualities about photojournalism, which is that you can be a total stranger, yet see, and feel in your gut, the hopelessness and despair of another human being.
And I think this is the sort of photojournalism that Maisie Crow is really good at.