The Examined Life 

 

The unexamined life is not worth living. (Socrates) 

    

The examined life is painful. (Malcolm X)

 


 

 

I live my life in images. Every visual impression is an attempt to understand who I am, who I am becoming, and the legacy that has been erased from my memory. Every face is a reaction, a validation of the presence of struggle, a celebration of hope, a conveyer of truth, a mirror to my own humanity. Through understanding the human condition I become acquainted with my own condition, become aware of my own intuitive self. My own private anguish resides in the anguish of my people. 

I exist in a world of moments used to build pieces of me, pieces of the world I move through each day. To become oblivious to these moments is to throw away the chance to understand life, and the ability to transform it.

 Search for Self

Existence, Space, and Time  

Desolate Walk

Viewing the Context 

El Barrio, La Vida 

In the Corner of My Heart 

The Veiled Mirror