The second and third photos are somehow linked for me, the young men leaving behind a still lit fire, the older man on a bed, left alone. I once thought of starting a photography and poetry project around the question - What happens to what is left behind? After the photographers, the news and the people have moved on, how do the people that cannot move on live? In Nigeria, recently there was an explosion caused by a faulty gas pipe close to a secondary school. What happens to the people who lost homes and livelihood after everyone else has moved on? What happens to artists who are unable to stay beneath the camera flash as they grow older? Maybe I will go back to it.
The second and third photos are somehow linked for me, the young men leaving behind a still lit fire, the older man on a bed, left alone. I once thought of starting a photography and poetry project around the question - What happens to what is left behind? After the photographers, the news and the people have moved on, how do the people that cannot move on live? In Nigeria, recently there was an explosion caused by a faulty gas pipe close to a secondary school. What happens to the people who lost homes and livelihood after everyone else has moved on? What happens to artists who are unable to stay beneath the camera flash as they grow older? Maybe I will go back to it.