The last global farmers shelter in rifts and unreachable ravines enveloped in loneliness huddle on the margins and scraps of earth still damp from warm, organic contact and human touch. Precarious land that is alive because of extreme poverty.
We talk about hidden lands with deep historical roots, and nest of ancient myths and legends of ancient religious inheritance. Where we still find places and people detained in time, witnessing an atavistic past.
Promote those photographers and writers who reorganise our chaotic world in images or texts, while at the same time assigning meaning.