If one word could describe my photography, it would be portrait. Portraits of men, women, children. And their environments. Most of the time these are taken in a search for documenting the moments of joy and despair under harsh living conditions, because I believe those stories have to be told. Street children, homeless women, garbage collectors, refugee camps, gentrified, and outlaws have all been portrayed, since I began photographing in 1997. First in a Saharawi refugee camp in Algeria and later in Mexico’s numerous worlds.

This direct engagement with people is lacking in some of my latest work. Call it self-exploration or simply forms of auto portraits. Distorted bodies and impressionist landscapes are now pictures in more abstract forms. The becoming of life, as well as dead, is underlying themes in these landscapes. I have been a guest in many lives and places; be a guest in mine.