This, my first conscious visual experience, left its mark. Out of it grew my visual work: my use of severed heads and masks; concerns with violence, pain and death; of things extravagant, emotional and deserving adoration. I continued to live as a child, but a silent child who sought not the toys and games of children. I had little interest in the things of this world. Mostly I was obsessed with seeing. I became interested in photography because I felt it could somehow give me proof of existence I longed for.
When I was sixteen, I read several books on photography, and purchased a camera. I spent several days looking through the camera...then secretly came to know that I wasn't holding a machine...I was holding HER FACE.


These images were made through the integration of light and unction--the process "photograficus," which makes the breath of latent light visible, and of my spirit--the dark poem of myself.
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