Ever since smart phones became equipped with cameras I've always been looking for those quintessential moments in time that I could capture. When I bought my first SLR, a Canon A-1 with a 35MM manual focus lens, digital was already on the rise. Impatient young man that I was at the time, I opted for the photos that I could see right away, foregoing the waiting we all went through while a processing lab was getting the film developed.
As time went on, I became enraptured, haunted, by faces. No two faces are alike, and everyone puts on a mask for the camera when they know they're being watched, (which is probably why I prefer to shoot live events and behind the scenes stills.)
My goal, my singular purpose, became an obsessive desire to strip away those masks and capture people as they are; imperfect, flawed, nuanced. I came to care less about how "good" the photos looked and more about the emotional and physical tone I was trying to convey through the lens. It's an endless quest for every photographer I suppose, seeking the perfect shot, but it's a quest I wake up thrilled every day to undertake.