Mirrors reflect wonderfully dreadful ideas of ourselves; we see with inaccuracy more or less.... What expels these images we project not only upon ourselves, but on others? In the tangle and snarl of insecurity and overconfidence or even sublime aloof acceptance exists that snapshot of ourselves in memory. So how does one expose in exactness someone's particular qualities of being in the moment? These photographs provide a story no longer confined to the eyes, but one shouted from every line and sunken shadow in each expression.
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