2011-2013 --------------- I canvas the square looking for faces that express this revolution. Hope, fear, disappointment, joy, pride. This square has seen it all. I ache when they ache. Cry when they cry. Try to laugh when they try. In their faces I see my own.
2013 ------- This is not the story I set out to tell. In my time covering Egypt since 2005, I have never seen the country so polarized and sharply divided across such a clear line: “Are you with us … or against us?” How do you tell a story when the plot keeps changing? How do you feel, have empathy and photograph when you don’t understand what is happening anymore? Am I with them … or against them? Every picture I take in Egypt has been part of a life document for my own memory. I photograph life. This is what has always inspired me. I turn away from ugliness in search of beauty in a country I know is not always beautiful. Now there is a fire raging. So many people have been killed. I have seen their blood seeping away. Now there is a red mound of hate. This country, where for a long time I was seeing good over bad, has finally pushed me into an intense darkness. I feel angry … disappointed … ashamed. I am not with you ... I am not with them. I once innocently thought we were all one.