Working as an American photographer in Dakar, my expectations of West Africa were shattered on a near constant basis. I anticipated a city and a culture hidden under a cloak of post-colonialism. Instead I found a deeply welcoming and vibrant metropolis unlike any I’ve ever experienced, full of color and life moving at a distinctly African tempo.
It was my own sense of internalized guilt that was my barrier to break through. The photographs in this series are a window into this struggle - subjects isolated in the center of the frame or crushed by the weight of negative space above and below. But the subjects move forward regardless, with the beauty of hope and progress of a unique modernity.