I began Mountain Black Heart a few years ago, over the course of four trips through the Balkans—circling mainly around the countries of former Yugoslavia. In her epic 1940’s travelogue Black Lamb and Grey Falcon, Rebecca West wrote “I had come to Yugoslavia to see what history meant in flesh and blood.” Eighty years later, loosely coinciding with West’s footsteps and guided by a powerful, mysterious pull, I sought to create a visual travelogue of a region largely off the radar of the Western visual registry—a photographic no-mans land since the end of the Balkan Wars. My pictures hardly present a travel guide but a highly subjective, imprecise portrait of a place that’s taken over my heart with its rich, kaleidoscopic nature.