I am vulnerable. I wear a guise of bravado. My mask is the camera. I have however, identified the source of my anxiety and insecurities. And I have no profound answer beyond the humble discovery that I am mere flesh and bone.
I am however armed with a hyper sensitivity to gesture, emotion, and indecision of movement. I exploit that in the rawest sense. I capture the beauty and striking interest in the vulnerability that perfect people in perfect clothes with perfect hair and make up exude.
Every photo exposes me a little more. Helps develop the image of the man behind the camera. My greatest fear is that soon I will have nothing left to expose. My guise rendered useless. And I become even more fearful that you (the viewer) will know me.