If the eyes are the windows of the soul, mine are frequently being washed. Always relatively quick to tears, midlife hormonal chaos has accelerated the tempo. Whether in joy or pain or love or fear, I hated for anyone to see me cry. I have come to realize that my tears are not a sign of weakness but an indication that I have been touched in that most tender place and that I feel deeply, which requires courage.
This book includes selected images from my fine art series titled "Drowning Eyes" created in 2012-2013.