Hope is what keeps us alive.
It is what lifts us from our beds each morning, urging us to step into the world — to chase the fragile promise of happiness, fulfilment, and peace.
For centuries, we have lived through wars and injustice, betrayal and loss, natural disasters, and the quiet fears of disappointment, rejection, hunger, and pain. We have left behind our lands, our cities, our loved ones — all in search of a life that might offer us a little more, or at least, something different.
We were promised bread and butter, and perhaps, if we worked hard enough, a cherry on top. Promises made by those who spoke as if they could give us everything. Yet the truth reveals itself to anyone who rises high enough to look down at the world — a truth etched into the landscapes of struggle and survival.
This photograph belongs to the series “Dreamland.”
The United States — long imagined as the land where dreams come true — continues to draw millions who cross oceans and borders, chasing a vision of a better life. But many soon discover that dreams come at a cost far greater than they ever expected, and that survival itself demands the very dreams they came to live.
In Dreamland, I explore the delicate space between aspiration and reality — the lives of dreamers who, despite everything, keep walking toward the horizon. It is a reflection on what we seek, what we sacrifice, and what it truly means to dream.
