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A picture story about faith in the Afrikaner culture. On the South African outstretched rural farmlands where these small religious gatherings are a common event.

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.

I heard her talking and trying to build stories of his past in front of a photo or a personal object. A story of alzheimer and loneliness.

Festival of Stories, an event which celebrates the sister cities Bangalore and San Francisco. It explored the narratives of the city through events, workshops, performances, and art installations.

This project is about the ordinary people of Paris, people who happened to be in a certain space at a certain moment in time... It's about the preciousness of observation.

The artist presents a selection of images from surveillance cameras saved from the continuous flow cancelled every 24 hours

Void relics (as a title) are based on the impressions of a traveller about an "eternal city" that is covered under the heavy veil of history.

The observation of self and of one’s own being as a first step towards the observation of the world and the understanding of it. The transit, as a form of concrete existence of society and of individuals which allows (or forces) the human species to adapt to its own new activities and perceptions.

Road safety has always been very poor in the country for a long time. The incident sparked a nationwide protest demanding road safety in Dhaka and all of Bangladesh.

Every day the pollution increases, the human health is more and more put in danger and as we do not see it directly one does not care about it little.

A surreal series of photomontages that play with symbolic images of houses equipped with leg like appendages.

“She looks into me” consists of a series of intimate images that hold a deep reverence for a time when the mystery of life and the mystery of death were closely related.

It’s common to hear photojournalists described as the eyes of the world, acting as witnesses to events that we would otherwise not see. To some extent this is true, but it’s a simplified description that suggests passive observation and it denies the greater function of active investigation that defines great photojournalism…

If you hear the story of Fraele Valley, a couple of thoughts might come to your mind when you walk around its lakes. Within ‘clock’s reach’, things weren’t the same. An entire village of peasants, shepherds, merchants sank into the artificial turquoise when the dams were erected.

If you see the Sky / you’ll find your lullaby / Those are your bones, / travelling in the Universe / If you talk to the Sky / you’ll get your gold desire... / Nobody can / go back to their old life...