I am not the photographer I used to be. I once used my camera to tell other people’s stories. I documented the facts of their lives. Good or bad, it was always limited to reality. Now, I tell stories without limits, from dreams and the imagination. I have changed my ways, transformed by unearthly visions: a trio of 25-year-old women, contortionists, bending their bodies into surreal shapes, each mimicking the other, in a silent, synchronized ballet of twisted beauty on the dry, cracked floor of a mile-high desert. Two men pressing and balancing their bodies together, creating fulcrums of flesh and power.
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