Market day at Guajira

Between vibrant colors and tanned hands by the sun, my camera has traveled the aisles of a market in La Guajira, Venezuela, that point where two countries converge but at the same time the same world, the same culture, the same way of understanding life.

Wayúu faces that tell stories without words, multicolored fabrics that dance in the wind, food that travels from hand to hand and glances that negotiate beyond language.