Light
I am drawn to those who walk on the other side of the street because I enjoy the company of a misfit, a hustler, a saint, a thief, a maverick, an underdog, an Other, a fallen transgender-goddess, the defeated, the awakened, a nobody, and of ordinary people fumbling toward redemption.
Then I find myself unconsciously striving to invoke a moment of truth out of the individual I am drawn to photograph.
Humbly, I offer here a portrait of an elderly human being who survived the killing of the love of her life and a lifetime of prostitution in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods on earth, the portrait of a twenty-year-old human being who recounted to me details of some of the fifteen "kills" he had performed as a hired sicario, the portrait of an eighteen-year-old woman who works as a porn actress to support her twelve-year-old sister and grandmother, the portrait of a lioness who dreams of becoming a woman so she can escape to Africa, the portrait of a professional thief whose bi-sexual body smirks seductively for my camera [backstage] during a sojourn as a runway model, and of Lina floating in ecstasy in the Rio Claro river in a Colombian rain-forest.
