These photographs were made over more than a decade of travel across four continents — South America, the Middle East, North America, and Europe. They were taken in cities and towns encountered briefly, as a stranger passing through: during street festivals and religious processions, in markets and doorways, at the margins of celebrations that belonged to others.
To be a foreigner, even temporarily and by choice, is to become aware of how much of what we consider identity is in fact geography — a language, a light, a particular way of gathering for an occasion that matters. Stripped of that context, what remains is harder to name but easier to see: in the careful way a dress is chosen, in a gesture inherited without knowing it, in the faith carried in the body across any distance.
These images are a record of that attention. Of looking, from the outside, at the way people inhabit the world they were born into — and recognizing, in the unfamiliar, something quietly shared.
