Derick's work includes clowning, drag, race, gender, and the history that gets buried.
"A spirit came to visit me. This time it was in Galveston, Texas. I felt awake, paralyzed. I tried to climb out of bed, onto my feet. I couldn’t stand at first, the presence held me down. I then stood up, a man stood over me, he was white, slightly chubby with an average face. He frightened me, he looked at me and said, here, have some orange juice and Red Bull. I told him I didn’t want any, I said no thank you. He insisted, he tried to force me, I pretended to swallow. He then took a pill, he swallowed it. He said he would wake up soon, and so would I. He started to foam at the mouth, I then laid him down. This man became passive, this is when I could escape, I then woke up." — Derick Whitson
See more of Derick's work: 17 Elegant and Disturbing Photos by Derick Whitson