Impressions of Uzbekistan

The clashing patterns and bright colours of women’s dresses.

The magical light that has drawn artists there for centuries. Smooth, rich and soft.

Not just one gold tooth but a whole mouth full.

Mosques but not much sign of religion being practised – perhaps out of fear? Even the slightest sign of something that could be ‘extremist’ could send you to prison.

Dust.

Tea houses layered with carpets. Men draped over them, bowl in hand.

No graffiti. No litter.

A wind that suddenly whips up from nowhere, tugging at the trees and making whirlpools of dust on the street.

Mulberries and apricots raining down from the trees.

Impressions of Uzbekistan

Impressions of Uzbekistan

The clashing patterns and bright colours of women's dresses.

The magical light that has drawn artists there for centuries. Smooth, rich and soft.

Not just one gold tooth but a whole mouth full.

Mosques but not much sign of religion being practised - perhaps out of fear? Even the slightest sign of something that could be extremist could send you to prison.


Dust.


Tea houses layered with carpets. Men draped over them, bowl in hand.

No graffiti. No litter.

A wind that suddenly whips up from nowhere, tugging at the trees and making whirlpools of dust on the street.

Mulberries and apricots raining down from the trees.

London-based photographer.


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cg@catrionagray.co.uk

The clashing patterns and bright colours of women’s dresses.

The magical light that has drawn artists there for centuries. Smooth, rich and soft.

Not just one gold tooth but a whole mouth full.

Mosques but not much sign of religion being practised – perhaps out of fear? Even the slightest sign of something that could be ‘extremist’ could send you to prison.

Dust.

Tea houses layered with carpets. Men draped over them, bowl in hand.

No graffiti. No litter.

A wind that suddenly whips up from nowhere, tugging at the trees and making whirlpools of dust on the street.

Mulberries and apricots raining down from the trees.