In “Almost Touching,” hands are severed, faces are missing, and the texture of skin is submerged in color and shadow. To me, these images mirror the logic of getting to know others. So often, we say the opposite of what we mean and truth emerges from the margins.  My work inquires about how we see and know others, and how we reveal ourselves to strangers, lovers, and friends while simultaneously questioning what authenticity means to one’s own identity.

“Almost Touching” is full of missed connections and misleading invitations. Like people, photographs begin to reveal themselves only when we identify their illusions. For this reason, skin and materials work together to trouble the surfaces of the images. Though “Almost Touching” is a body of work that strives for intimacy, it offers only clues and intimations: disembodied limbs and unmet gazes. But you don’t need to meet a person’s eyes to know something about them—anonymity does not render a body inexpressive. We know this intuitively from our relationships to others: vulnerability rarely comes in the form of a declaration—rather, intimacy emerges from the interplay of what is shown and what is concealed.