I have done my best to be honest to the stories I have either heard or endured -but I accept that these images are only fractions of feelings; paragraphs of stories; pieces of fractured lives. Their only lies or misinterpretations are in their nature. They are only true to the degree in which they hold a validity allowed by the viewer. Some of these photographs are ethical documents, some are metaphors or allusions - all are autobiographical. What you see is the byproduct of my interaction with the story about you and I and our beautiful tragedy. It is a collection of fleeting realities that will never be fully comprehended by what I have stolen from time.