Golden Door

Woman walking at Grand Central Station, New York City, 2019, while being photographed for what seemed was an impromptu photoshoot by another photographer.

Very few times do I see photographs of women walking with purpose. And that is the quality of this woman that stays with me here. And I can not evade the idea that she is walking toward herself, that golden door representing something she already has lived or something she is searching for. There is no horizon to disperse into, to set toward. Often, in this series, I find replicas of my dreams. There is heavy feminine energy in me on account I grew up with a woman who took no shit from any man, even when she hurt a long time. Another story for another day. But it is stunning how the simple act of photographing this woman can be so projecting of my inner life. I can shoot still life and it will still delineate what is happening in me. So, this ether-like portrait of this woman mirrors many of my dreams.