I consider myself a portraiturist; not of people, but conditions of being. I am making a record of events which will show how one person, one phantom, engaged the world. I believe this work represents a visual biography of what one man did to create dialogue with The Infinite.
How did I arrive at this intention?
It begins with my first conscious recollection, I was six years old.
It happened on a Sunday, my mother was escorting my brother and myself down the stairs of the tenement where we lived. We were going to church. Walking through the hallway to the entrance of the building, we heard an incredible crash mixed with screams and cries for help. The accident involved three cars, all with families in them. Somehow in the confusion, I was no longer holding my mother's hand. I could see something rolling form one of the overturned cars. It stopped at the curb whre I stood. It was the head of little girl. I reached down to touch the face, to ask it--but before I did--someone carried me away. It could have defeated me, and I would have become insensible. Instead I chose to accept the injury and go on; because my will is stronger than death, stronger than the lostness of these times.
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