I no longer really trusted the camera in my hands. I don't think subjects trusted it. It seemed to get in the way of an interaction, an encounter, and change it dramatically. I would be performing and the person in front of it would be performing. It was all a performance. That made the idea of objective truth redundant, so that all that was left was a kind of stylistic exercise that could be applied to any subject: a tow-bar factory, a war in Syria. I started to really distrust that. The world is so much richer than my stylistic cloaking of it.