“… I felt there was a much deeper connection with the people I photographed. It became a personal thing to me first, then it became a way of telling a story about somebody who nobody knows. You will be the one bringing the person forward, bringing the story forward.” Otis Kwame Kye Quaicoe

Somebody who nobody knows

You mark your subdued presence with two red buoys. Easily, they float on muddied canal waters as if you have just snatched them from a balloon vendor and fixed them to your waist belt before you took a dive. Do they imitate your secret wanderings? Or are they just tracking your underwater operations?

Watching your giant breathing bubbles I tend to imagine you as an anomally big city surgeon – which scares me.