I met Anna in Warsaw, Poland. I was traveling there for my project "A poetic journey".
"What makes me happy everyday is creativity and exchange of good energy with other people. Feeling to be the part of sth bigger than me. Be true and honest with yourself. What makes me sad is the inability to pursue of what is who I am. Lack of love and lack of trust with myself. I think almost everyday of my goals here. I would like to find the inner piece. I am intuitive and go after my feelings. Have nothing to lose as I experienced to many losses so far. If I would choose now I would probably move to France and study choreography there. I love theatre, literature, writing, movement. My plans for future – I hope to continue my path. And I hope to find more love. Just a selfish desire to be loved more. I am looking forward to what is waiting for me." Anna, Warsaw.
Isla de Providencia is a mountainous Caribbean Island lying midway between Costa Rica and Jamaica. Providencia's maximum elevation is 360 m above sea level. The smaller Santa Catalina Island is connected by a 100-metre footbridge to its larger sister Providencia Island. The island was the site of an English Puritan colony established in 1629 by the Providence Island Company, and was briefly taken by Spain in 1641. The pirate Henry Morgan used Providencia as a base for raiding the Spanish empire, and rumours suggest that much of his treasure remains hidden on the island.
Although the island is part of Colombia, the 5,000 to 6,000 inhabitants are reported to feel more Caribbean than Colombian, with many Rastafari. The inhabitants mostly speak English or San Andrés–Providencia Creole, an English-based creole similar to Belize Kriol and Jamaican Patwa, rather than the Spanish of Colombia, as well as Provisle, an indigenous sign language. As of 2015 the island was not seriously affected by the violent drug trafficking of Colombia, but many islanders were recruited to work for traffickers due to their seafaring skills and knowledge of the waters of the area, and to the scarcity of other employment opportunities on the island. It was estimated that about 800 young men out of the island's small population were in jails abroad, or had simply disappeared.
This is Tessel, a very close friend. We used to be lovers but than faith decided something else. The project "One Year" is about us.
The name "Alaska" was introduced in the Russian colonial period when it was used to refer to the peninsula. It was derived from an Aleut, or Unangam idiom, which figuratively refers to the mainland of Alaska. Literally, it means object to which the action of the sea is directed.
“ Some of my friends did a coming out as a gay or lesbian. I also want to do a coming out. Not as a vegetarian, vegan, anti-capitalist, anarchist, feminist, left-radical, lesbian or bi-person. I am also all those things (although it is a bit silly to put themselves in boxes) and if there were people who did not know that, then they know this, but for the above things I never needed a coming out. I want to do another coming out. One as an ex-prostitute. Because that is my big taboo. Some people know, some because I told them, others because my family betrayed them to compromise me, but many do not know it yet.
I want to do a coming out as an ex-prostitute because it would make many things easier for me. Because I can speak and write about it as a victim. Because then I can tell how terrible it felt by being betrayed by my father and then being spewed out by a large part of my family. Because then I can explain why I do not see myself as the ex-prostitute (I refuse to use the word 'ex-sex worker') as the ultimate victims, but prostitution nevertheless finds an objectionable and humane job. I want to do a coming out because I no longer want to be silent. Because I no longer need to lie about my past. Because I no longer want to have a fear that my family scatters around that I am a 'whore'. And dirty. And disturbed. And bad.
I'm afraid of my coming out. Fear of my family. Fear that they will use it again against me and will file the umpteenth indictment for me-know-much-what to me. I am afraid of society, for the reactions of friends, acquaintances and strangers. I'm afraid I'm making a big mistake. That maybe I'd better keep silent. But as an anti-prostitution feminist (and activist) I find it important to be able to talk about my experiences openly. I am particularly annoyed by most of the opinions that would circulate about prostitution (or 'sex work' as the liberal femis would like to call it).
Ellen , Berlin
Passeerdersgracht with Tessel & Rhea
"It was one of those days when Belgrade was in California mood - warm and dry weather with yellowish colors and people coming out of their caves. For me it was another sleepless day due to my work and meeting with Geert; Photographer from Holland that I’ve had met via ModelMayhem.
After sending my report and waving middle finger to my computer, I packed barely anything to reach Camp Danube where Geert was.
I had a long trip there, living on one side of town to reach another with terrible traffic and slow bus but not that I mind. I’m a traveler so reaching new, different locations is exciting for me.
I found Geert reading a book outside his camping van. No need to mention how excited I was to meet someone who’s also a traveler but in much more exciting way. I felt like a kid in a candy store when he showed me his little photo lab and cameras, his camping van reminded me of my favorite TV show - Breaking Bad.
We decided to grab a beer and talk about photography first. I had to ask him all about his experience with analogue cameras while he was interested in Belgrade and nightlife.
After some time, having only an hour left for shooting, we worked with pinhole camera that I had very low experience with but this was my motivation to actually make one and try some photos on my own so thank you for that, Geert! : D
He was creative enough with ideas, using only blank toptank, my tattoos and nature in background but he was spontaneous with taking photos which is always more fun in my opinion.
Soon, it was really dark and some keys were lost. We had to run after taxi in order to reach Zemun and go for dinner.
In my way of expressing things, that day was pretty much rock’n’roll. I met a new friend and photographer that I hope to work with again, maybe next time even ask him to be my model haha.
And I still owe him the experience of nightlife in Belgrade, I haven’t forgotten."
The band from DIO
Shoot People's Avenue
My little nieces
"It’s an ongoing fascination to me what makes up our inner world. I sit on the train and think about all the lived experiences everyone around me is having in that moment. If I go down that rabbit hole enough, I end up pondering the existences of old Nepalese men, Haitian babies, human trafficking victims and Nicaraguan teens in love…to give a few examples. Having a chronic illness always reminds of the necessity for finding compassion for everyone I see…because, really…we have no idea what is happening in someone elses life. “Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional” is one of my favorite quotes…actually, it’s tattooed on my leg too...I think often about suffering. It’s a bit of a conundrum that it seems we as the complex earthly beings have found ourselves with. In Buddhism, which is what I was raised around /with (and what I’m attempting to finish my phd in at the moment…speaking of suffering!), suffering is at the core of existence really…but maybe it’s better translated as a kind of ‘unease’ or ‘unsatisfactoriness’…because essentially there is nothing, or no one that can bring a lasting happiness, and the clinging or rejecting of things further deepens this cycle. So where do we find ourselves then? Or I guess myself, since I don’t really know how everyone else is going about this whole thing. I feel that the goodness within me is really the only thing really worth cultivating and sharing…whatever that means. I endeavor to be as honest as possible, maybe partially because I know the brutality of my own guilty conscious when I’m not…and I try to cultivate gratitude for all the simple, stupid things in life…like having fingernail clippers. And socks. And green beans. And soap. Not to mention all the fancy things like fluffy pillows and happy house plants. It makes the big things in life, like the meaningful relationships, learning opportunities and the possibility of sharing the little bit of goodness I try to cultivate, into such overwhelming forces of awe…like…speechless awe. A kind of awe that I don’t always feel worthy to receive…but that’s on the list of things to keep practicing. I’m also still practicing gratitude for my illness, (which causes daily physical pain, chronic fatigue among a host of other joyful experiences) and of course, some days it’s easier than others. There are certainly days where I’m fed up with all this nonsense and throw myself a rather lavish pity party…and other days I can really appreciate everything it has and continues to teach me...because it is/has been arguably my biggest teacher. And so I guess even though there seems to be so many dark nights of the soul, but still so many spectacular sunrises...and it all seems to float on the same still river…destination not entirely known."
"My life wasn’t so happy in recent period as you know so I lost myself (who I really am, what do I really want and so on). I’m coming back now slowly and what makes me happy is Sophies happiness, watching her grow (...they learn much more than I ever know and I think to myself - What a wonderful world... :) ) every new thing that she learns... Animals make me happy also, nature and plants that I grow. It’s love, it’s life. Simply."
People's Avenue #2 Katja Schuurman
The Serer creation myth tells the story about the creation of the Universe and Earth. The Serer creation myth was developed from serer oral traditions, religions, legends, and cosmogonies. The Serer people are from Senegal, the Gambia and Mauritania, which is where these stories are told. In the beginning the phases were created in the universe and Earth. The deep sea waters of the underworld; the air which included the higher heavens, i.e. (the sun, the moon and the stars). creation of primordial trees (they had names likes Somb, Nqaul, Nquƭ, etc. that were attributed to them by this culture of people); and the creation of the animal world"Mbocor" (which means "The Mother") of all animal except the Jackel. Earth was created last and formed long after the creation of the first three worlds. The supreme deity was Roog, the creator and
designer of the Universe and led to the formation of the heavens, earth, and sea. He created human beings (female and male) all through a gesture phase paired with divine placenta. The first female human Roog created name was YAAB. The first male Roog created was YOP. These were the first humans to walk the earth. There were many gods, goddesses, and Pangool (the Serer saints and ancestral spirits represented by snakes). The Serers people are linked to the first trees created on earth.
This is Tessel, a very close friend. We used to be lovers but than faith decided something else. The project "One Year" is about us.
"My plans for life do not go further then a few months. I'm at the point of my life where I have trouble to define myself. I have a helpless feeling that I’m not having a lot of control of my life or myself. Feeling like a 'prisoner' because of my current complicated relationship with my family and work, In result I feel burn out and not many things are able to pull me out from this state.
I feel more like observer of life, separated with glass/window from real life.
Most of my days are filled with work, and feeling to be overloaded with it. I get up with thoughts, questions if I will be capable to fill all those tasks on time. A lot of stress and pressure are the everyday reality in corporation. But on the other hand I get paid well and I don’t have to worry if my salary will be paid on time. I'm aware a lot of people struggle with makes and meet and delays of pay-outs. They get just enough to live but too much to die. Money shouldn't be that important in life but everybody needs to pay for roof over his head.
I’m happy when I find one hour for myself each day. What really pulls me out from everyday routine are interesting people, who I’m lucky to meet. Krakow gives the best opportunity to meet them. They are artists like actors, photographers, singers, increasing number of foreigners, who work in Krakow or visit Krakow. They are an inspiring source of different points of view, they bring ideas that its possible to live different and to see world different."
Daily life for a young person mimics very closely a day in the life of an American ternager. Although their main religion, Islam, plays a much bigger role in teen lives than Western culture, the young citizens of Morocco participate in many familiar activities.
It is not uncommon to see multiple extended family members living in one home. Though it is acceptable for women to work, it is common for mothers to stay home. Daughters are entitled to help their mothers with daily household chores. However, family life does not extend to school. Families do not associate in their children's extracurriculars.
Moroccan teens have many responsibilities such as attending school, and doing various household chores.
After a full day at school, teens occasionally indulge in extracurricular activities. Although schools typically do not organise clubs, teenagers create private clubs and engage in activities through these.
School can be a very polite and formal affair, but still something to look forward to for Moroccan teenagers. These formalities are considered necessary, yet troublemakers still appear. Refractions in behavior result in warnings, probation, and possible suspension.
"I'm an open-minded adventurous girl who likes to travel, explore, meet people, appreciates arts and music ... I like to have a good time watching a movie, driving, city-sightseeing, cycling .. a lot more :-)" Couchsurfing profile from "K" in Budapest
"Ok.Today i feel like others Day.Monotony.Running from myself,, put in one box''.I going to bills company to make A dill for paid for apartment .Yesterday at my sis with baby listening all the time that only she works etc etc that she cant like that, she speaks too much.Loose the friend because he is inloved with me he is good agressive for job inteligent (model)but not for serios things(he is like Child)I CANT SPEAK WITH him.We are together speak something.. Ohh relax yeaa.. My hooney look himself at miror and other stuff.Its ok but not in serios moments!!!!!!
Shooting in room turn me on that side sad,on other side desire and melancholic,and how i am good acting improve my feelings..Maybe i can control myself i visualisation mylife in shoot and humanrelashion .I will not lie you.Than.Sadness its reason for everything."
Portraits of people who are working in the fish auction in Ijmuiden.
"I keep turning back to the past. Mistakes, wrong decisions…. what would happened if I made something differently. But it is the past. And it remains in the past. Somewhere I saw “Don’t look back, you’ll miss what’s in front of you”. And I try to look forward. Just because the past taps on your shoulder doesn’t mean you have to pay attention to it. Move forward. Live the life. Experience. Make mistakes. Just….fucking…live. Not that I believe that this is my only chance. I know that I am here now and will turn back over and over and over again. Just as I did before. But every single lifetime feels like an another given opportuity. I don’t want to just throw it away. Growing is painful. There’s no doubt about it. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere where you don’t belong."