We are seperate on the surface,deep down we are not seperate. Only the visible part is seperate, The invisible part is still one. Using my camera I question that which is seen or not seen of the human shell and our surface identity. These images of people deal in experience,in the essence of our being and our existence.I attempt to find a language , which is sensitive to the transience and fragility of our mortal lives. A subjective language. The increasing lack of rigid belief in an ability to depict an objective reality and relay a utopian vision characterises the move between modernism and postmodernism. Postmoderism has blurred the boundry lines in our belief of an accepted truth. When the rigid belief systems begin to crumble the exploration of a subjctive language gives us access to the plurality of meaning. We can speak of our own lives.