by Gillian McCain
Before i found out that Marcia Resnick was an esteemed photographer, I just knew her as the woman who designed my favorite postcards. I bought these in multiples in university, because if i’d only bought one it wouldn’t have made it further than my bulletin board. I think i even framed one or two and gave them as gifts. Now cards with photographs and sardonic captions are ubiquitous, but to the best of my knowledge, Marcia Resnick was the first.
SHE COULD NOT SLEEP UNLESS SHE WAS THOROUGHLY TUCKED IN.
SHE WAS REPEATEDLY TOLD TO STOP LOOKING AT HER FEET WHILE IN THE COMPANY OF ADULTS.
WHILE PLAYING WITH HER TOYS, SHE ENTERTAINED COWGIRL FANTASIES.
SHE SECRETLY LUSTED FOR HER TELEVISION IDOLS.
SHE WAS OFTEN GRIPPED WITH THE DESIRE TO BE ELSEWHERE.
SHE WOULD OFTEN GAZE OUT THE WINDOW OF HER HOUSE AND WATCH THE SINKING SHIPS ROCKING BACK AND FORTH ON THE BAY.
SHE WAS ALWAYS TOLD THAT HER EYES WERE HER GREATEST ASSET.
SHE WOULD SNEAK LICKS OF ICING BEFORE BLOWING OUT THE CANDLES ON HER BIRTHDAY CAKE.