I am never over technical in the way I capture moments. I find myself, most often, wandering through feelings and vibes. The effervescence, the Holy Spirit, the goose bumps (IT comes with many names) signal the shutter. This feeling is not based in religion; it is far more mysterious than the creations of men.  As I float among clouds of emotions throughout the day, I see beautiful faces of monsters around me.  They are beautiful monsters that have possessed a truer being.  I compare these monsters with building facades. Facades are faces that conceal an inner program, the function of the building. My journey was not to record the facades of newly born monsters. I had an urgent need to escape the pristine and fall into a world that we overlook. I stepped into alleys, hidden parking lots, and dark corridors. Places which are refuge for those who have either stripped or damaged their pristine faces.  These are the places of neglect where truth is forced to surface. These are the places where we face the images of ourselves that we desperately conceal.

The mask that conceals you makes me tremble amidst your sorrows.  Take off the façade that you embrace in fear. I am only interested in your flaws, your ugliness, your naked soul.