Life in the remote village of Sinthian, Senegal, home to about 1500 people.
       
     
 In 2019, I was hired by the non-profit Le Korsa, supported by the Josef and Anni Albers Foundation, to photograph the very first school in the rural Senegalese village of Fass. This school, designed by Toshiko Mori Architect, is the first in the region to provide primary education to girls and boys.
       
     
 When I am out on the street, I look for scenes in which daily life is fused with colors, lines, and light (or a combination of all three). One of my greatest pleasures in street photography is finding these momentary interactions which can only be captured by a camera.
       
     
  La Tacita De Oro  is a photographic portrait of the city of Colón, located on the Caribbean coast of Panama. Wedged between the Free Trade Zone, the Panama Canal, and a cruise ship terminal, Colón is a grid of dense and cacophonous streets in an evident state of decay. Both the city’s residents and government have contributed to its deterioration, and only traces of its eclectic architecture remain. But impressed in Colón’s crumbling façades is the memory of what it once was — La Tacita De Oro, “The Little Cup of Gold” — a city that at its apex boasted stately avenues full of impressive buildings, French bakeries, theaters and hotels. Its side streets were the envy of all of Panama during the month of Carnival, when each block had its own themed celebration, filled with musicians and dancers.
       
     
  Cementerio de Diablos  is a photographic tribute to the Diablos Rojos, Panama’s buses and main means of transportation for over 40 years. Above all, they were Panama’s most important urban art—covered in unique frames, with paintings depicting everything from magical landscapes, international celebrities, the drivers' own family members, to religious imagery and popular Panamanian sayings. In January 2012, after the government decided to decommission them, I went to the graveyard in Veracruz (located in the outskirts of Panama City) where thousands of buses sat, abandoned, waiting to be turned into scrap. Through these photos, I wish to celebrate and remember the art that paraded through our streets for decades, and became a vibrant and essential part of our culture.