I’ve spent a lifetime burying, shunning and medicating my own truth. I’ve spent a virtual “forever” hiding this truth from all those around me, but most of all from myself.
It sometimes feels like that elusive buried treasure and my work, my photographs, are the map that guides me to that unknown place, a place yet discovered. Actually no, it’s not like that at all. It’s more like my pictures are like breadcrumbs, leading me back to a place, a place before—not a strange or unknown place, but rather one that is very familiar, maybe just forgotten or more so, lost long ago.
With each photograph, I draw closer, feeling my emotional stride quicken, growing less afraid of what I might find—gaining acceptance for and growing stronger about that place, that truth…my truth.
I still often get lost, wander off and turn away, but I only need look back to these breadcrumbs, my photos, and trust. With each beam of light captured, I am lead ever closer to my truth.