Morocco presented itself to my eyes as a powerful impact, direct, almost violent. A complex world, crossed by evident contradictions and a disordered, raw, layered visual matter.
Moving between Essaouira and Safi, I travelled almost always by car, and in the passages from one town to another I photographed many moments: images taken in motion, through the taxi windows, contaminated by dirty glass, by speed and by the impossibility of stopping or turning back. Distorted, grainy fragments, often blurred or out of focus, torn from a moment that was already disappearing.
In other circumstances, I found myself walking, getting lost in the alleyways of the cities; the gaze came closer, moving through working-class neighbourhoods, outer districts, coming into contact with people. Here time changes, becomes shared, more fragile; each photograph implies a relationship, a risk, a position. Moments of dialogue and sharing arise, inside a daily life made of presence and attention.
Photographing from the car and photographing on the street correspond to two different conditions of the same journey, lived between proximity and distance, between what shows itself and what remains opaque.
