… you stand before them. Their caring faces beneath the light. They understand the shadow of your unrest, they feel your pulse. From the angle to the central point, they serenely hold out their hands to you. Photography, text: Amela Frankl Photo: Nedjeljko Đurić Translation: Mirta Jurilj Ligatura, hybrid space for medicine and art, Sisters of…
Under the cruel rule of the hot desert air the formations of sand dunes are in constant motion and transformation. Only the fragile geometrical lines that vanish in the perspective of the desert landscape intersect the uniformly shimmering expanses. Planned and rational, in the north to south and east to west directions they resist the…
About noon. Thirty eight degrees and climbing. A strong wind from the Atlantic, shifting sands. I come upon a scene. Twelve young men on the shore. They don’t feel the needling of the glass-sharp grains on their skin. With no words or shouted instructions, they know what they have to do. Twelve to a net,…
Saturday morning, August 17, 2019. We are about sixty kilometres north of Nouakchott, eighteen degrees and thirty six minutes north and sixteen degrees six minutes west. In Mauritania, on the west coast of Africa The road in the photo connects Tanit and the Nouakchott-Nouadhibou national highway. Tanit is an uninhabited place all on its own,…