We all have our secrets. They can free us or claim us; represent mystery or concealment. Like it or not, every one of our photographs reveals something secretive about ourselves, peeling a layer off the veneer we present. My interest with my camera, is to observe and record the spontaneity of the moment, while allowing my imagination and intuition to mesh with the experience. The photograph launches a psychic journey, presenting questions with many possible conclusions. With these visual hints and suggestions, we can create our own stories from theirs. What are we meant to know and what is meant to remain hidden? The secrets in the photograph will remain just that, concealed, private, and left to our personal judgements with clues from titles acknowledging a hidden message, an enigma.
All creation requires some element of destruction. When we fill an empty space with imagery, that emptiness no longer exists. Every seed is destroyed when it cracks to sprout a plant. Likewise, one’s own secrets can release us; once revealed with care, with circumspection, so as not to hurt others, they evaporate, making room for personal expansion, our wings, our germination, releasing our potential like a bird freed from a cage, the very secret of our success.