If you had asked me minutes before I’d met Mika what was to come, I could not have told you. You see, I had been trying to work with Mika before anyone knew my name. Two years later we began making plans, though something always came between. Maybe that’s just how it was supposed to be.
I don’t think either of us would have been willing to suffer what we had for us to meet. My mother had been in and out of the hospital, and just before we were to shoot, Mika lost her mother… she lost her best friend. I don’t know what that’s like, and I don’t know if I could take it, but I do know that I had met an extraordinary person that day. I’ve found in my life the strongest people are those willing to be vulnerable. I admire Mika.
I had a hard time coming up with what to write here. Maybe it’s best that I leave you with words that she wrote of her mother; words I saw in Mika’s eyes.
“She found strength in her pain and never let herself be defined by it; even when others tried to judge her for her fragility or inability to do certain things physically, she only showed love and acceptance in return to their harsh outlook. She fought many invisible battles; her greatest weapon was her heart, that ability to bring compassion out of the most bitter being.”
Matt Fry is a Los Angeles-based photographer. The description on his website sums up his intent quite succinctly: “I want to tell the story of someone in that moment, as they are.”
Mika Mae Jones is an Artist born in Sweden, who grew up in between the forests of Seattle and the academia of Asia & Europe.