Silence. Stillness as a way of life. The scars of past wars, the quiet anxiety of wars still to come. People who live and feel, who accept their lives, who need so little to keep going — chasing the hope of a better future that never quite arrives.
My time in Mandalay, told in ten photographs, across five unforgettable days. My time in Myanmar, during its New Year celebration: soaked to the bone, protecting my camera with every step, surrounded by kind faces and welcoming smiles that made me feel less like a stranger and more like part of the most important event of the year.
Water as mandatory purification, poured through the streets, reaching everyone in its path. A collective catharsis disguised as ritual — one that locals and strangers alike, whether they want to or not, become part of.
I can’t put into words what I felt — that familiar sense of disappearing, the one I get whenever I witness something truly singular, when I become nothing more than a single point taking in everything around it. A kind of trance that only the images I’m sharing here can begin to explain.
By Luis Gómez
May 01, 2018
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