Artist Blog

Every week an artist whose single image was published by Der Greif is given a platform in which to blog about contemporary photography.

Fragment 2: Blood, sweat and tears

Dec 02, 2019 - Matthew Papa

I remember waiting for him to come home from work. We were always so excited for him to play with us. The first thing he would do is go to the basement sink and wash his greasy hands with an oil-based creamy soap. I’ve asked all of my siblings the name of this soap but no one seems to remember. It came in a tin can like shoe polish and it had a very particular, cloying smell. Leslie and I would go down there with him. He’d remove his shirt; underneath he always wore a v neck white undershirt. I remember marveling at him and can still remember his musky, sweaty smell. Recently, I realized that I smell just like him. I think I am the same age that he was then.