a game of chance in alcudia II
wandering through the quiet streets of alcudia, i spotted a man standing by his door. intrigued by the rustic entrance, i asked if i could photograph it. little did i know, this simple request would lead to a spontaneous portrait session inside his home. he revealed himself to be a painter and writer, living without the convenience of the internet or a mobile phone. the conversation flowed, and as he posed with the chessboard, i promised him a print of this portrait. in return, he said he would paint me. sometimes, photography opens doors to more than just images â it connects people in ways you can't predict.
a game of chance in alcudia II
wandering through the quiet streets of alcudia, i spotted a man standing by his door. intrigued by the rustic entrance, i asked if i could photograph it. little did i know, this simple request would lead to a spontaneous portrait session inside his home. he revealed himself to be a painter and writer, living without the convenience of the internet or a mobile phone. the conversation flowed, and as he posed with the chessboard, i promised him a print of this portrait. in return, he said he would paint me. sometimes, photography opens doors to more than just images â it connects people in ways you can't predict.