Provincetown has always been a source of inspiration, my place for processing and healing, and a home that fosters courage to participate in the outside world. It’s only fitting that this series kicked off on a Provincetown beach. It had been a couple of years since I picked up a camera and, finally, I was ready to make work.
I returned to San Francisco that September and started to take pictures of myself. Photography became fun again. My slowly morphing body proved great fodder for the camera as this project gained momentum over months and then years. The aging process had taken hold – the lines in my forehead had deepened, my jowls started to resemble my dad’s, my belly was expanding and my derrière was shrinking. (To look in the mirror in self-examination is one thing, but it’s quite another to put your body on film and blow it up for mass consumption.)