During the 1950’s-1970’s my father worked in Asia and Africa as a civil engineer, and over that time he took hundreds and hundreds of black and white photos of people he encountered and places he worked, from Vietnam to Sudan, East Pakistan to Ghana, Indonesia to Egypt.
A lot of photos ended up in albums, but many more were left in envelopes and boxes.
As someone who often uses collage I took many of these photos, cut them apart, and reassigned the pieces and juxtaposed people, places, and things together that in reality were disconnected impossibilities. White robed men in turbans from Sudan, for example, were suddenly standing next to a Balinese Temple alongside a Dutch water way filled with fishing boats on a river in East Pakistan.
Impossible, implausible, and unlikely, yes. But that's the beauty of imagination.