After shooting many ad campains for many years, selling dreams, sometimes real and often fake, I started a journey in the Sahara desert.
Nomads, looking poor according to our standards, however happy: eyes never lie.
Poverty has virtues that the rich could never afford.
My only way to communicate with these wonderful Nomad children, was to count with my fingers.
She counted til ten.
An old man, blue bag in hand, is walking down the road.
We stop and offer him a ride.
He sits silently next to me staring straight ahead.
I start chatting with him thanks to Momo’s help.
He was going to walk to the next town, twenty kilometers away.
He is a shepherd,
On a forty kilometer journey going to buy food for his sheep.
Father of eight, some very young, he explains, smiling proudly.
I guess he isn’t as old as he appears.
I tell him I only have one child, he looks at me puzzled;
I do his portrait.
He stands as noble and humble as a Berber man can be.
We shared an instant from some forgotten time,
When values were above all human.
I am a shepherd, camera in hand, father of one,
On the same humble journey
As the noble man from Tinghir.
Capturing one’s soul and story filled eyes, has always been a pleasure as well as a mystery for me.
Maybe because it always opens a window on my own soul and heart, and sometimes that in itself is not so simple after all.
No matter where, how and when, as long as there is light and people, there will be new odysseys and beauty to photograph.
All we need to do, is open our heart and our eyes, and they will do the same.
Capturar el alma y los ojos llenos de historia, siempre ha sido un placer y un misterio para mí.
Tal vez porque siempre se abre una ventana en mi propia alma y corazón, y a veces eso en sí mismo no es tan simple después de todo.
No importa dónde, cómo y cuándo, mientras haya luz y gente, habrá nuevas odiseas y belleza que fotografíar.
Todo lo que necesitamos hacer, es abrir nuestro corazón y nuestros ojos, y ellos harán lo mismo.
I was always fascinated by people’s hands.
They always tell me a story about the character.
When I shoot portraits, I always observe the hands and how people place them.
I often ask them to show them to me.
Her hands were red from Henna, covered in dust and very dry.
When I asked her to show them to me, she opened them forward in a very gracious and simple way.
I was told by a friend that Henna is applied to the hands and feet for its healing and medicinal properties. It is also a cooling agent in hot climates.
It is believed in very ancient cultures that go back thousands of years, henna had qualities that improved human awareness of the earth’s energies.
It was therefore applied to help people keep in touch with their spirituality.
Cover from the book and project En La Sombra Del Tiempo
This Photograph is not for sale as a fine art print. Private collection
Photograph not for sale as a fine art print. Private Collection.