Black Dots
Black Dots, 2008
Once you enter the streets of Cairo, you can't ignore the overwhelming existence of people, Their presence is like black dots in a very large painting; the one who moves quickly with a black plastic bag, harshly tense as he tries to catch any means of transportation; the attempts of a poor soldier to earn his daily bread; a voyeur watching the passers-by; and a dog eyes you with caution. Cairo is a city of people, a city of continuous movement. I always carry my camera around the city during my daily journeys to capture the presence of life in front of me, then for long hours, I go through the many spontaneous photographs of those passers-by. I never know what caused me to identify with this person or that; is it because of a strong presence? Or an absolute solitude?