What is more magical than looking into a face? A sunrise has its
charms, as does the flaming spectacle at the end of day. Changing
clouds, dark forests, mossy rock and gurgling brook all entice.
Microscopic life viewed under microscopes and galaxies seen through
telescopes put us in awe. But none of these express as much as a human
face.
A face is a poem, a book, a treatise. It speaks every language and conveys in every language. It dances, groans, howls, cries, kisses, laughs . . . it is sympathetic or remote, suspicious or loving.
We can tell the passage of time in a face. Yet eyes do not age . . . they retain their features.
In my photographic pursuits I am attracted to making images that capture faces. Wherever I am in the world I look for the human face to tell its story.
The desert or mountain is splendid, as are the cities and villages, but it is a face that goes with the location that is most expressive.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. —William Shakespeare
We can tell the passage of time in a face. Yet eyes do not age . . . they retain their features.
In my photographic pursuits I am attracted to making images that capture faces. Wherever I am in the world I look for the human face to tell its story.
The desert or mountain is splendid, as are the cities and villages, but it is a face that goes with the location that is most expressive.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. —William Shakespeare
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