Opening Night in Oradour

June 21st, 2013, marked the opening of the “One Person Crying: Women and War” exhibition, in Oradour, France. The exhibition runs from June 22, 2013 - April 30, 2014 at Centre de la Mémoire, Oradour, France.

Marissa at the opening on Friday night, June 21st, with Robert Hébras, one of the five survivors of the Oradour massacre. He is one of the two last survivors living.  

Oradour-sur-Glane was the site of a terrible massacre on June 10, 1944. 642 men, women and children were killed and the town set ablaze afterwards.

Images © Alain Labbe

Rainbow at 35,000 feet

                                                                                                                Par Alain ~   June 16th, 2013 

Flying to France for an auspicious journey ~ 35,000 feet over Greenland as the sun set and a rainbow appeared from the prism at the edge of the window. High altitude dreaming....

Embrace ~ From the Archive

                                                                                       South-Central Los Angeles, CA    2008 © Marissa Roth

When I'm in L.A., I tend to spend way too much time in my car. On occasion I'll take a camera and shoot out of my car window while stopped at a red light.

One Person Crying Exhibition Opening in Oradour

Dear friends and colleagues,

I'm very pleased to announce the opening of "One Person Crying: Women and War", in Oradour, France. Oradour-sur-Glane was the site of a terrible massacre on June 9, 1944. 642 men, women and children were killed and the town set ablaze afterwards. Then French president Charles de Gaulle ordered that the town not be rebuilt, but should remain as is, as testimony to the atrocities, in memory of the victims.

I photographed the ruins in February of this year, to include the images in "One Person Crying." The project is now complete.

The exhibition runs from June 22, 2013 - April 30, 2014 at Centre de la Mémoire, Oradour, France. Opening reception: Friday, June 21st, 2013, 6:30 p.m.

Holding the Light

On May 15th, what would have been my father's 100th birthday, a beloved friend and I went for a peaceful walk in Santa Monica at the water's edge. As we strolled under the Santa Monica pier, a brilliant beam of light cut a diagonal in between the vertical pylons and made a perfect oval on the sand.

Ever possessed by a sense of wonder, I wanted to know the source of the light and knelt down, cupping the light in my hands. I then gently stood up and raised them in the track of the light to see where the source was.

Happy birthday Dad!