My Grace Is Sufficient
As a young girl, I spent most days at my best friend’s house. I clearly remember that her mother had a large, antique cross-stitched piece hanging over her bed that read, “My Grace Is Sufficient.” It stopped me dead in my tracks every time I entered the room. I would stand there staring, contemplating what it could mean. Not knowing that it was a bible verse, I was free to interpret this phrase however I pleased. This project is my photographic interpretation.