I loved those colorful masks and dolls I spotted at the local market. The masks are craft-fully made out of paper-mache and painted in bright colors. As one performer let me look at the mask closely, I noticed that it is very light.
All type of Moroccan lights are just fantastic. I created a small collection with different type of traditional lanterns, street lights, lights I had seen at the hotels and restaurants
India. Varanasi. It was early in the morning, sometime around 6 AM when we were in the labyrinth of the narrow streets next to a crematorium for the poor people. I can’t describe the smell on those streets even at the relatively “fresh” time of the day. This whole scenery stroke me deeply. On the right, you can see the pile of traditional orange plastic covers for corpses that were taken off before cremation. On the back ground you see a man searching through the fabrics which were used for the same purpose. I bet he is going to reuse those for resale. It was difficult to see a small girl in the midst of that without feeling sympathetic, however it’s a reality for most of Indians.