My favorite room in the apartment has been presenting endless fascination for my mind and eyes. As I continue to play with the possibilities in this extremely intimate space, I am realizing the potential it has is terrific. For my subjects and myself the space has become everything from naughty to sacred and from a spiritual confessional to a secret beauty parlour. It holds the mystery we all feel when we shower in other peoples bathrooms and the undeniable relief and relaxation that warm water brings no matter where you go. It’s where you bear your scars with no fear and sing to yourself only to hear a reverb of your own voice, muffled through water, as your face gets distorted … when a gentle stream runs over the soft curves of your face.