I've asked complete strangers to do something I lack the courage to do myself, to share their secrets and be photographed. Some find it cathartic, an early step toward loosening the grip fears have on their lives. Going out on a limb and finding that they do not fall.
I'm drawn to the dichotomy between who we are and who we appear to be, of how little we know about those around us and what they carry. These small insights might spark a bit of empathy, a suspension of judgement for those who sometimes respond in unexpected ways. That is my hope, though my intent is not purely altruistic, but more of a personal compulsion. I just want to know.