“The horror of being anonymous, of forgetting your own appearance, of having no face. The face is the magnificent picture of me.” John M. Hull (Blind), 1990

 

In the streets of downtown Bogota I photograph people I meet in fleeting encounters. The depth of the texture in their gaze catches my curiosity about them, so different yet so close. The fascination with the face is that it is a crystalline mirror that contains deep secrets of our human activity.