I've been so excited to post my family card. This year, we did something quite a bit different and I've really enjoyed the creative process. I came up with the idea in August, finally got everyone together to get the shoot done in November and now I can show it. I don't know why I am so proud. I'm also posting a little essay on it that I wrote for an assignment where we could choose a word Peace or Pain and illustrate it with an image. I felt that the image represented both. From the essay, I pulled the wording on the Christmas card.
I also included a shot that we didn't put on the card, but that I thought was pretty fun. Our kitten's name is Ella if you were wondering.
Here is the essay:
Peace and Pain
This image was created in a playful, faux documentary spirit as a white trash punk family portrait for our family Christmas card. The project was lovingly referred to as “White Trash Christmas” by our staff at the studio. The concept is mine so although I did not photograph it (my mother, Sana Antisdel, did) and I did not completely style it (my cousin, Tressie Gilmore, our other photographer proved surprisingly adept at creating a hillbilly punk look), I feel that I can take credit for the end product. Unbelievably, this is exactly what I saw in my head, driving to the next town over to buy birthday gifts for my mother -overalls for the kids to wear at her house and model horses for the kids to play with at her house - from the Farm and Tractor Supply Store. When I read the assignment, I was so excited because I immediately felt a connection with those words and this image.
I know I shouldn’t complain, but life isn’t perfect. And for some reason, we’ve been created to desire something better and more perfect than what’s happening here. The house is messy, the kids are ragamuffins, my life is too hectic. No matter how resolute I become, I can’t make it all conform to my idea of the right life. It’s painful. Sometimes, way down inside, I yearn for the peace that comes when all of this, this stage in life is past. But when I truly envision that future, I realize that I have true peace right now. When I hear the words “Pretend I’m a dog and you’re my owner..” or “Pretend I’m your sister and I’m getting married, but you don’t know it…” and the children are really playing together, enjoying their childhood, I know there is peace here in this not so perfect house and family.
Thinking about the link between pain and peace and Christmas, brought me back to the reason for Christmas when Mary endured the pain of bringing a child into the world to birth the One who suffered the ultimate pain to bring us all Peace here on Earth.
May the peace of Christ bring you joy.
Merry Christmas.
Andy, Kia, Kessa, Sephine and Chilton Bondurant




