We humans are in fact living organisms. We bleed and breathe, breed and grow. We are mammals, animals, our bodies built of skin, blood, and bones. With a camera, I flood the frame with naked flesh, till it oozes with obscene color. I seek to cast a new light on the body at a nearly microscopic level, with all its pores, blemishes, veins, and crevices. I take these small pieces that are often either loathed or ignored and enlarge them considerably, unabashedly confronting the viewer. The sight of it all awakens our entire sensorium, touching us somatically. Our bodies pulse along with the image. We are beautiful, repulsive, and erotic all at once.

Many of us forget our primal vitality, and see our own bodies as foreign and unusual. Our culture urges us to hide, even eliminate evidence of our animalism. Our bodily functions are regarded as private and indecent, our carnal desires as immature and distasteful. We seem to fear their power and are often at odds with them.

This inhibiting world is far too dry and civilized for me. Within it, I feel strange and alone, and often fall prey to the miserable grayness of it all. I need to aggressively reconnect with the beautiful and living to thrive. Seeking out these images, discovering the human body, rediscovering my own body, and displaying it all with pride restores my sanity.