As the gravity of the COVID-19 pandemic and its implications began to hit home, I observed my own responses in quiet solitude; from intense activity to overwhelming fatigue. From information overload to a desire to withdraw. And from calm rationality to anxiety and fear.
Conditions were bleak on this stretch of wasteland behind Belgrade's railway station, where around 1,000 young men from Afghanistan and Pakistan were living rough in derelict warehouses.
There have been refugee camps in the Calais area of Northern France for about 20 years, but none as large or as visible as the informal settlement known as the 'Jungle'.
Eglinton Hotel in Salthill, Galway, on the West Coast of Ireland, was once a popular seaside resort hotel, with an epic view across Galway Bay towards the Clare Hills and the Aran Islands. Since 2000 it has been a Direct Provision centre, housing families from many different countries seeking asylum.
Life is played out on the streets of Kolkata. It spills over abundantly, squeezing into every crevice, straining boundaries, fraying at the edges where it is most vulnerable...
Born out of Marisa Garreffa's "Rituals of Healing" series, in which she explores through live ritual her own history as a survivor of violence, Marisa and I reflected on traces and residues of trauma, creating images that spoke directly to memory: fragments, elements, emotions and echoes.
The fragment of a narrative, the description of an emotion, the perception of a memory....A series of commissioned portraits exploring invisible disabilities.
A former airline pilot and self-taught musician, Maestro Armand Diangienda followed his dream and created a symphony orchestra within his local community in Kinshasa, one of the poorest cities in the world.
The air was yellow, hazy and gritty. Rivulets of dust danced across the sand and violent gusts of wind flicked and puckered the peaks of the dunes. There was nothing to be done except sit it out. The sandstorm was a stark reminder of the uncompromising power of the desert; of its hostility even, as well as its fragility.
The Theyyam artists are in a trance when they begin their ritual performances. As they circle the temple compound, surveying the audience, the Oracle leads a hypnotic dance around the glowing embers.
Bamako’s empty Olympic-size swimming pool was eerily quiet and uncomfortably hot. Faded lane dividers lay in a heap, gathering dust, and the harsh afternoon sun created deep, playful shadows.