In 2016, the need to understand my roots drove me to set off for Armenia, a country I knew only by name. With no bearings, no certainty, I embarked for more than 5,000-kilometer bicycle journey to Yerevan, the capital. This voyage was not just physical—it led me deep within myself.

This series, which I titled Innocent Journey, was for me a stripping away of the unnecessary, a true unveiling. These images are the traces.

I experienced this adventure as an ordeal, faced with the doubts that solitude imposes. It was a return to a kind of innocence purity—not naïve, but clear-eyed.

(Photos made with a Leica Monochrom)