Reflections of Emptiness in the American Dream
I’ve traveled the back roads and captured the moments that speak. The landscapes have their own story. Buried in the lines and cracks, trickling down the waterways and through the skies. The story of time and the nature of being.
This personal journey is a quest for truth. An exploration of my subconscious voice, surrendering to intuition and forsaking the known. Truth is in the land, my voice said. Stories are written and spoken, but I needed to know.
Documenting by direct experience and observation, my own story became known. I saw in the world around me, the path I was destined to take. Relating patterns, unfolding perceptions, traveling this naked reality in pursuit of understanding.