I do not choose to take my person as a means to resist the outside, here, I attempt rather to return to the inner mechanisms of photography, to the acts of photographing and of editing, rupturing these images to illicit from them a completely novel aspect, taking certain of my own perceptual insights and projecting these into the context of an ever-changing present. When a plain yet genial face is subject to overzealous editing, it becomes impossible for its image to ever return to being simply a portrait in the initial sense. Instead it becomes a new sort of gesture, one of novel significances, the result of which is itself a kind of new portrait. Subject to the majority of circumstances, are we as individuals ever not exposed to just such overzealous editing?