Southern India is a magical place. There is a daily bustle of people, sacred cows, stray dogs and more dogs, alive on almost every street corner day and night, plying their trade open to view and freely shared. Highways vibrate with bicycles, auto rickshaws and buses transporting goods and chattels, filling the air with a cacophony of sound and choking fumes. But on return to my more familiar Western world, what changes?
This collection of diptychs presents alternate vignettes observed in the East and West, seemingly disparate culturally and geographically, but maybe more related than at first appeared.