As I witness the streets of Midtown Manhattan, people masked by their unfulfilled desires; constrained to the bodies they drag around from one place to another. Their faces seem buried by their cold-calculated rites as they are dredged up from the trenches of a self-glorifying society. With camera in hand, I begin to photograph what I see. I do this to remind myself of the countless times when I, too, was unwittingly caught in the routine of chasing progress and material gain. What I witness reminds me of Sidpa Bardo, the 3rd realm in The Tibetan Book of the Dead, a sacred text that is meant to guide the deceased in their transition through the intermediate state. I reinforce this association by slowing down my shutter speed, liberating my subjects from their corporeal forms.
