Homeland

Dobrogea is a territory hard to explain to those who haven’t seen it. It is multiethnic and layered, with sea, with the Danube, with lakes, with Anatolian vegetation and Hercynian mountains. There are tall, windswept hills where shepherds come out to meet you and tell you their stories without being asked. In the villages, communities of Turks, Tatars, Lipovans, Aromanians, living side by side for generations. It is a landscape of arid gold, cut through by herds of goats and sometimes covered by a dense fog that transforms everything into a territory that doesn’t hide things, but reveals others, as in Gellu Naum’s Zenobia.

I gathered these photographs over the course of several years, with no defined project, following only my impulse to capture what I was living through at the time.

Homeland is, quite literally, a road home.