Only through stillness will we reveal what hides in the shadows. Why a woman will turn herself into a living wraith in order to not hurt another. How she can learn that she, too, is valid in her humanity, and worthy of our gaze.
When I was young, I read that "Mariko"meant circle. Cycle. The connection and continuation of life. On the threshold of 30 I took down the barriers of identity had created for almost three decades and I was told that "ma" means honesty, "ri" integrity.
These photographs form a collection of the imperfect scraps of humanness we are all attempting to shape into identities and connections. They show the cracks in our paste-together jobs along with the celebration, confusion, heartache, and intimacy of our striving. Each image exposes a part of self, transforming a quiet moment in the solitude of Oregon's forests into an act of revelation. Personal revolution.
Through this work, I invite you to awaken to the places deep within yourselves. To open the box, unlock the wardrobe, look deep into the mirror. Lose your way. Find your strength.