I live my life in images. Every visual impression is an attempt to understand who I am, who I am becoming, and the legacy that has been erased from my memory. Every face is a reaction, a validation of the presence of struggle, a celebration of hope, a conveyer of truth, a mirror to my own humanity. Through understanding the human condition I become acquainted with my own condition, become aware of my own intuitive self. My own private anguish resides in the anguish of my people. I exist in a world of moments used to build pieces of me, pieces of the world I move through each day. To become oblivious to these moments is to throw away the chance to understand life, and the ability to transform it.