These photographs are fragments of a much larger journey—moments gathered across Tibet, Jordan, and Ethiopia, carried with me like quiet companions over the years. Each image offers a glimpse into places that shaped my life, my art, and my understanding of the world.

In Tibet, I travelled along the Kyichu River, researching the traditional use of coracle boats that once ferried villagers from bank to bank. That journey led me high into the mountains to Retiing, where I visited a remote nunnery that had not seen a visitor in seven years. The silence of the mountains, the devotion of the women, and the feeling of standing somewhere almost forgotten by time left an imprint I still carry.

In Jordan, I lived among the Bedouin in the caves of Petra—the rose-red city carved from rock. My days began with my camel waiting patiently outside the cave, ready to take me to different corners of Petra to sketch and paint this ancient landscape. I travelled onward into the Badia region, scattered with black basalt stones, as part of a research team studying the use of antibiotics among pastoral communities. Staying with Bedouin families in their tents, I listened to stories shaped by the desert, by survival, by a culture that holds both hospitality and hardship with equal grace.

Later, in Ethiopia, I worked with street children in Addis Ababa. Their resilience, humour, and fierce hope in the face of difficulty taught me more about courage than any textbook ever could. The photographs from this chapter carry the imprint of their strength and the raw humanity of the city.

These images are only a taste of the journeys that will one day unfold more fully in my book. For now, they stand as quiet witnesses—snapshots of landscapes, faces, and moments that shaped my path, my art, and the stories I continue to tell.

TIBET

These photographs capture the spirit of Tibet—a land of colour, devotion, vast skies, and extraordinary resilience. Taken during my travels across the region, the images move between the vibrant streets of Lhasa, where Tibetan people gather outside the Jokhang Monastery in their traditional dress, to the quieter riverbanks and remote monasteries further north. Outside the Jokhang, life unfolds in a swirl of prayer flags, incense, and richly coloured garments, each face reflecting a culture that has continued to hold fast to its identity through many challenges. Their quiet strength is unmistakable.

Along the Kyichu River, I photographed the traditional coracle boats—light, circular vessels that ferry people from one side of the river to the other. Their gentle passage across the water feels timeless, a symbol of continuity in a changing world.

Further north lies Reting, alongside the Reting Tsangpo River. The monastery, founded in 1056, stands in serene solitude, surrounded by dramatic landscapes shaped by deep geological forces. The surrounding terrain—fractured rock, steep erosion, ancient strata—reflects the slow, powerful meeting of the Indian and Eurasian plates, carving the region into forms that speak of endurance and time.

These images offer a glimpse into Tibet’s human and natural soul: the grace of its people, the stillness of its rivers, the grandeur of its mountains, and the quiet perseverance that is woven into everyday life. Together, they reveal a land where culture, landscape, and spirit remain profoundly intertwined.

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These photographs were taken during my time in Addis Ababa, where I travelled as a researcher to understand the daily lives of the city’s estimated one million street children. Out of respect for their privacy, I have included only a small selection of images—silhouettes captured in moments of movement, stillness, and quiet reflection on the streets they call home. Even in blurred outlines, their strength speaks clearly. I was deeply moved by the resilience of these young people, who formed their own family-like groups for protection, companionship, and survival. Within these fragile communities, they created bonds that were both tender and fiercely loyal, supporting one another in ways that remain unforgettable.

Some of the images in this gallery were taken during a significant moment in Ethiopia’s modern history: the final reburial of Emperor Haile Selassie in Addis Ababa. Though he died in 1975, his remains were hidden away for many years, only to be discovered in 1992 and finally laid to rest with dignity in the Imperial family vaults of the Holy Trinity Cathedral in 2000. I photographed the crowds, the solemn gatherings, and the quiet reverence that filled the air—a moment of collective remembrance that felt both historic and profoundly human.

Together, these photographs offer a glimpse into the contrasts of Addis Ababa: the fragility and courage of its children, the weight of its history, and the enduring spirit of its people. They are not meant to tell the whole story—only to honour the small, powerful moments that stayed with me and continue to shape the way I see the world.

ADDIS ABABA - ETHIOPIA

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PETRA - JORDAN

These photographs were taken during the time I lived with the Bedouin in the caves of Petra—an experience that shaped me far more deeply than I ever expected. The Bedouin are among the most hospitable people I have known; they welcomed me without hesitation, shared their food, their stories, their laughter, and their way of life. There is a Bedouin saying that if you live with them for forty days, you become one of the family—and somewhere between the early-morning goat awakenings and the long desert evenings by the fire, that saying became true for me.

My days were spent travelling through Petra on camelback, exploring the ancient rose-red city carved by the Nabataeans more than two thousand years ago. Petra is extraordinary not only for its monumental façades—such as the iconic Treasury and Monastery—but also for its hidden pathways, weathered tombs, winding canyons, and shifting colours that change with every hour of sunlight. The sandstone cliffs hold layers of history in their striated patterns, the result of centuries of wind, water, and time shaping the landscape into natural sculptures.

Living in this environment offered me a rare intimacy with the place. I woke to the soft bleating of goats climbing over me as the first light crept across the horizon, watched shadows move like slow brushstrokes across the rock, and sat with the Bedouin as they brewed tea over open fires, speaking about the land, the old stories, and the ways of their ancestors. Petra, in its silence and splendour, felt alive—a meeting point between the ancient world and the present.

These photographs capture moments from that time: the vast desert light, the stone-carved wonders, the quiet dignity of the Bedouin, and the sense of belonging that grew unexpectedly in a place so far from where I began. They are a reflection of a life lived simply, warmly, and closely connected to nature and history.

While the deeper stories will unfold in my book, this collection offers a glimpse into a world where time stands still, hospitality is sacred, and the desert teaches you how to listen.

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BADIA - JORDAN

These photographs come from the Badia Region of North Eastern Jordan, a landscape that reveals its character slowly—first with a sense of vast inhospitableness, then with a quiet, awe-inspiring beauty. At first glance, the Badia appears almost impenetrable: a sweeping expanse broken only by ancient volcanic hills that rise dark and brooding on the horizon. Millions of years ago, these volcanoes sent rivers of lava across the desert, leaving behind endless fields of black basalt stones. They stretch so widely and densely that it is said the entire population of Jordan would need 10,000 years to clear them. For travellers on foot or by vehicle, this terrain offers resistance at every turn, its silence and stillness both intimidating and mesmerising.

Yet amid this stark and seemingly unforgiving landscape, the Bedouin continue to live with remarkable resilience. During my stay with them in their tents, I witnessed how deeply attuned they are to the land—its rhythms, its hardships, its hidden generosity. Life in the Badia demands resourcefulness and patience, and the Bedouin embody both with a grace that feels timeless.

My journey into this region began as part of a research project, exploring how local communities understand and use antibiotics—if they use them at all. But the work quickly became something more: an immersion into a world where survival is shaped by tradition, adaptability, and the steady strength of community. The photographs here reflect that intersection between humanity and landscape—between volcanic stone and woven tent, silence and hospitality, scientific inquiry and cultural wisdom.

These images are a tribute to a place that challenges every assumption, and to the people who call it home. The Badia is harsh, beautiful, ancient, and unforgettable—and through these photographs, I hope to share a glimpse of its powerful presence.

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