In autumn of 2010 I travelled to India to photograph the pilgrims of one of the world’s most ancient religions : Hinduism. From dawn to dusk, when light blends with the elements, I went to meet these followers, focusing my work on their gestures. From the thousand years old Ghats in Varanasi and Haridwar, to the countless shrines of Southern India, I was at the heart of this complex and fascinating religion, trying to capture the mystic fervour that radiated from these beings and the divine breath exhaling from their temples.
During the Hindu festival of lights, called Diwali, a large number of pilgrims would stream towards the steps by the Ganges river in order to bathe in its sacred water, forming instinctively a “tableau vivant”. Their offerings made of flowers, fruits and tiny oil lamps, would drift along the water in a multitude of small flickering barges. Groups formed around an ash-coated sadhu, in a strange nocturnal assembly, as though awaking the sabbhat.