“Black World” is a reportage, started in 2012, on illegal mineral extractions created as a tryptych: three continents (South America, Africa, Asia), three countries (Colombia, D.R.Congo, India), three illegally extracted minerals (gold, coltan, coal) and three causes that lead to criminality. In Colombia, in a remote area of Antioquia, a community of gold miners has been struggling to fight for its own existence for years, asking the government to legalize the mine. This request amidst the dangers of working underground with inadequate equipment and under definite threat of being killed by paramilitary groups. In D.R.Congo, where the absence of government, the division of power between different military groups and the intrusion of shameless and unethical foreign interests have caused a complete military arming of the economy and a real marketing of violence. In this chaos the natural resources, particularly coltan, become oxygen for the smouldering embers of war. In India, where the population of the small village of Bokohapadi is forced to steal its own coal found underground. This, because of industrial-scaled extraction projects run by government-aided companies, categorically without acknowledging or compensating the rightful owners of the land.
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The Last Nomadic Hunter- Gatherers is a project completed in 2011, in the state of Sarawak, Malaysian Borneo. It portrays the daily life of the Penan families throughout the forest.
I have not witnessed how Borneo used to be, prior to my arrival, but I was then told about an abundance of trees, wild animals and medicinal plants, which differs to the reality I have encountered. My experience treated me to a devastated land scenario and scarce biodiversity followed by a consequent ecological disruption. These are all signs of the heavy logging activity and palm oil plantations in the region.
The Penan are the inhabitants of the heart of Borneo rainforest, who struggle to survive under the circumstances above mentioned. They barely have access to primal healthy forest , under national parks, which forces them to either live in the secondary forest or become a settled farmer. This is a story of the remain nomadic Hunter and Gatherers of South East Asia and the World, who struggle to survive In a secondary forest, roaming, hunting game, gathering fruits/plants, and building up temporary shelters.
There are not many living this lifestyle and their everyday life consist of socializing, doing crafts using rattan material, hunting with blowpipes and poison darts and taking river baths . Some kids go to school, and their parents opt to stay close to the facilities during the academic year. They live in an Egalitarian society. Men and women do not have particular roles and the headman is considered to be responsible for instance to take care of the elderly who are too weak to hunt, or to have a final say in certain issues.
The photograph depicts the site of an unbaptised children’s graveyard in one of the small rural townlands that merge between the parish boundaries separating counties Limerick and Clare in the west of Ireland. In the Gaelic language, these places are known as cillin. During the Great Famine of 1845 – 1852 (known outside of Ireland as the Great Irish Famine or the Irish Potato Famine), the site, as confirmed by local people, was used to inter strangers and those who, for various reasons, could not be buried elsewhere. Today it is a forgotten place.
Home to more than 7000 Roma, Lunik IX is one of the biggest Roma-Settlements in Slovakia. Build between 1981 and 1989 as home for the middleclass, Lunik IX soon turned into a Roma-Ghetto.
It's situated just a few kilometers from the centre of Košice (European Capital of Culture 2013)
Some parts of Lunik IX have been teared down in autum 2013 - Though hundreds of families are living in these buildings, new homes are not provided by the government. Many of the affected families try to escape to Belgium or the UK.
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The West Bank village of Karwat Bnei Zaid is about 17 km from Israel, within the Palestinian Authority. Approximately 4000 people live in the village - there is nearly no water in the village's pipes. During the two hours a week that water does flow to the village, much of the water is lost, due to leakage from the rotted condition of the pipes. Water must be purchased from tanks at 10-20 times above normal price. Many families (mostly unemployed) must use half of their budgets to buy water. Average water use for residents stands at 15 L a day, despite the World Health Organization's recommendation of 100 liters per day per person for minimal hygiene, drinking, washing, etc. The weekly two-hour supply is used for the most basic of personal needs. Household animals and livestock are barely kept alive, while gardens and fields have long since died..
He is a 13 years old boy who liked to be photographed.
His family lives far from any town and in conditions that no one should live.
Stephanie and Natalie are sisters. Stephanie's father was a refugee from South Sudan who found asylum in Israel.
Definitions of the term ‘victim’ are politically contested in Northern Ireland. Parameters of victimhood are subject to constant revision. Individuals and groups on all sides of the conflict vociferously propose a hierarchy of victims that relegates the position, suffering and loss of ‘others’ suggesting one lost life is more important than another. This project reflects and renegotiates the past and directly challenges hierarchical interpretations of victimhood. In a society still deeply divided one thing unites all of these victims, though many, embittered from past divisions, may not yet recognise; a common grief and a shared experience of trauma and loss.
I'm not a professional, simply a girl that loves taking pictures. The image above was inspired after many students in the Limpopo Province of South Africa went without books. Many Governments fail to provide the basic needs necessary to educate the masses.
My picture represents an academic conflict, where many children in Africa are left illiterate, even when the government can provide the necessary funding.
Combatants for Peace's Tel Aviv - Nablus group runs monthly tours of the villages and settlements of the Southern Nablus region. In the tours we visit the Separation Barrier in Elkana, the Ariel area, and the illegal outposts of the Eli/Shilo settlement block. At the end of all the tours we meet with Palestinian activists of the movement in one of the villages in the region.
The tours are designated to provide knowledge of this area, which lies in the very heart of the West Bank, between Nablus and Ramallah. The focus is on the patterns of settlement, the confiscation of lands, the establishment of illegal outposts, and on the understanding of the political and economic factors that drive the settlement project as well as their implications on the ground.
Four years after the closure of Internally Displaced Peoples Camps in Northern Uganda some people are still there with no place else to go. This is one such lady in the former camp at Rackoko, Pader District, Uganda.
Part of my documentary project "The Roma of Bosnia".
My father and my grand father are born in Sarajevo, they were beside the Bosnian army during the war. They help saving Sarajevo. My grandfather lost an eye during this war. But my father keep telling me that don't matter, we are consider as "Gypsies", thief, criminals.
Falida, 11 years old, Roma born also in Sarajevo.
Wheeling in the sky,
Kites eye two cold corpses
hanging from poles,
heads moving to and fro like pendulum.
Kites circle closer,
to get a clear view:
Marked on forehead of one corpse
is a blood dried Nazi Swastika;
glowing with murderous rage
and refracting its blinding hatred
Other corpse has a swollen face
where a bulging wound
forms a Third eye. His dead
physical eyes block access
of light to the Third eye;
Kites circle closer to see
who were the real dead
the corpses without light
or the spectators without mercy.
but the sky has started melting into earth
and the living into dead.
Hello, My name is Arafat Bin Siraji. A freelance photographer from Bangladesh, struggling with so many social term and issues and couldn't getting over it.This is what is happening in Bangladesh. Cheap Labor not only in garment factory, cheap labor are happening in every production section. I am doing a project about what is happening in fish market. this is a picture from my on going project. wish me good luck.. thank you..!
An elderly woman in a Maloca in the Colombian Amazon, remembers with sadnsess her childhood when she survived the genocide perpetuated at Casa Arana due to the greed unleashed by the rubber boom at the beginning of the past century.
Arabian boy working while other children are learning
The middle east.Palestinian-Israeli conflict.
Girl looks at a military helicopter evacuating the wounded soldier.
The Kashmir woman stands on one side of a fence. Is she free or enclosed?
Every present moment is both before and after another moment on the continuum of one’s life.
We measure our lives in phrases such as before I was married and after my child was born. Before the war or after my child died. We are in an endless cycle of before and aftermath.
34” x 20 ½”, mixed media, paper, wood, metal, gauze, acrylic, oil pastel, charcoal, graphite.
A trout on a river-bank
knows where the river is;
a fox in a trap
knows the time,
bua a man or woman
only knows the story
hope tells, or fear,
and often chooses wrong.
No ant will enter
no bee another's hive,
and a rook, atop
a dead oak,
knows which side it's on,
but a man or a woman,
led by liars,
will discuss, calmly,
who should dig the pit
and if it is a better
lesson to slaughter
the neighbors' babies
first or afterward.
A squirrel burrows deep
in a hollow trunk;
the bear returns
to her darkened cave,
but a man or woman,
gorged on blood,
deep in history, asleep
and, waking, says
peace is a dream.
A rabbit may cower,
but only so long;
the common sparrow
knows the seasons,
but a man or woman
only wants a song, a poem
a religion to prrofess
that no one who has known
goodness even once
is ever wholly lost.
Our bodies carry the cellular imprint of history. As the daughter of a holocaust survivor, I bear the psychological repercussions of war. This piece explores the variety of ways that this generational trauma has manifested within me and my family, and investigates the broken terrain of loss. The burned, ripped, and wrinkled paper, ghostly figures and distorted features all express the warped legacy of violence I hold.
Dimensions: 8 1/4 inches high by 10 1/2 inches wide
Mixed Media: singed paper, felt pen, colored pencils, acrylic, polaroids, photo negative, wax thread, transparent paper, acetate sheet