Behind the eyes

My portraits are not part of me, they are part of them. The protagonists are disadvantaged people from different countries of the world. They capture my attention, their eyes are clean, their feelings are visible, the eye to eye dialogue is real. There are no ties, creams or make-up, only sweat and dirt, but they have managed to move me more than many of the rich men who live next to my house. They deserve a better life, but have had the bad luck to be born in the wrong place, a mistake so little controllable on their part. At least we have shared a moment of mutual experiences.