Sunday Pilgrimage

Whenever I travel, I step inside a church.

It doesn't matter which country I'm in, which city I'm visiting, or whether the church is full of people or completely empty. I've always been drawn to these places—the architecture, the stained glass, the silence, the choirs, and the way light changes the space throughout the day.

I grew up in Formosa, in the Brazilian state of Goiás, in a deeply Catholic family.

My childhood was shaped by Sunday Masses, community gatherings, parish bingo nights, and the sound of the Folia do Divino making its way through the streets before sunrise.

Today, at thirty-one, I don't belong to any religion. Even so, I still carry a deep respect for every expression of faith and a lasting affection for the churches that were part of my childhood.

Sunday Pilgrimage grew out of the meeting point between those two parts of my life: the memories I grew up with and the love I later developed for church architecture.

The idea is simple.

To visit, photograph and document every Catholic church in Dublin, one Sunday at a time.

No rankings.

No reviews.

No intention of explaining anyone's faith.

Just paying attention.

To the light.

To the architecture.

To the details.

To the stories.

And to whatever stays with me after the church doors close behind me and I step back into the city.

Perhaps, by getting to know the churches of the city I now call home, I'm also finding my way back to the place where this journey truly began.