These photographs describe a place called Cristalândia. In this place, human experience is a shared one, accumulating over time to form a small Brazilian town.
I went to Cristalândia because I had no reason to go.
There, I knew no one and could build relationships from scratch. As a Brazilian who has never lived in Brazil, I needed to understand why I stopped feeling Brazilian as soon as I was in it.
I needed to understand why I didn’t belong there.
I went to Cristalândia because I wanted to understand difference.
How do I live with people who are different from me when our passports say we are the same?