Heds
faces,
races, 
identities,
characters,
masks
from the memories of lifetimes before, perhaps
friends of mine?!
everyday, I know some people I see, 
from longtime, 
remembering these spirits of them in studio time, is like slow motion capture, impressions emerge with the story of the marks, colours, fields, patterns and lines, some more powerfully than others, every so often I catch one, they, stop, portrait time !
the visage of a human, the seat of consciousness, the place where ideas, are, up inside the mind, somewhere inside your head, the miracle that says, me, before I am named
millions of us, a never ending emotion that says I, me, us, we, he, she, unique, personal calibrations  how nature, constantly tweaking the machinery of creation, infinite minute differences, distinguishing features which say who, am I?
a delight describing these people

– Edward Bowen