Exploring the streets of Lisbon, a bus stop caught my eye. Actually, it was the textured surface of the bus shelter that stopped me. As the sunlight filtered through the pebbled surface, I noticed people gathering as the time for the next bus arrival drew closer. This surface would become my blank canvas for several days. Through my lens, these people whom I would never meet, and who might never know each other, became painterly figures frozen together in a quotidian moment: something many do every day, but for me, were doing for the very first time.
A Bus Stop in Lisbon