“CONFESS!” a deep voice booms from inside a large wooden box. Those grouped around it look nervous. They await their turn. A minute later, a young man slowly exits the box through one of two doors. “How was it?” I ask. With a slightly dazed look on his face, he

“Childhood represents the most precious, vulnerable, and innocent time of our lives. As childhood passes, it leaves behind a wardrobe of “soft shells”, the only physical evidence of our small self”. – Regan Scheiber Scheiber, a young photographer I met in Seattle, creates works of art that capture that sense