01 · 2016–2019 · Varanasi & Pushkar, India · 17 photographs
Untitled Portraits — India
Seventeen portraits made along the ghats of Varanasi and around the desert town of Pushkar — holy men, elders, and the people met between the river and the dust. Edition of 25.
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I went to Varanasi the first time in the winter of 2017 with one camera and no plan. I came back twice more. What kept pulling me back was the light — a low, slow light that arrives between the temples at six in the morning and lays itself on a man's face the way nothing else does. The sadhus are the ones who stay still inside it. Some have been on the ghats for forty years. Some arrived last month. I do not try to explain them. I sit with them as long as they will let me, and when the light is right and the face is ready, I make one frame, sometimes two. The Ganges smells of marigolds and wet wood and woodsmoke. The ash on their skin is real ash. None of this is staged. None of it could be.
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