From the book’s introduction:
The most intimate conversation of my life, visually and spiritually, is photography. Photographic portraiture avails me the most audacious means of self-inquiry and self-expression. In the sacred spaces that my subjects and I create, I am at last myself. We are utterly present and connected, one with the other and one with all, unspeakably enthralled in an unnamable process. At its absolute best, we are joined in oneness, in spiritual union, beyond definition, convention and comprehension, where images are born in the mystical rapture of silence and space, for the love of and for the sake of art, one moment, one frame at a time. Borrowing from Alfred Stieglitz, the father of modern photography, “When I make a photograph, I make love.”
The act of imaging a woman’s beauty is, for me, divine grace incarnate. Intimate portraiture offers ease and emptiness, what Buddhism’s Heart Sutra offers as Form is emptiness, Emptiness is form. We are Wu Wei to Taoists, creating spontaneously and effortlessly, consciously experiencing ourselves as part of the unity of life. There is no I; there is only the act. Perhaps this mode of being is what Lao Tzu referred to when he wrote:
“The Tao abides in non-action,
Yet nothing is left undone.
If kings and lords observed this,
The ten thousand things would develop naturally.
If they still desired to act,
They would return to the simplicity of formless substance.
Without form there is no desire.