once outlawed by the taliban, balloons are now a common sight in kabul, bringing colour to the city, happiness to the kids, and income for vendors with otherwise limited employment opportunities. photos by (click pic): gemunu amarasinghe, tilo driessen, mohammad ismail, majid saeedi, scotfot, ahmad nazar, rafiq maqbool and muhammed muheisen
If I saw this in a trailer for a movie I’d be like OH COME ON but instead it’s real life and it makes my heart sing with joy.
Gohar Dashti: Today’s Life and War
Artist Statement: This series emerges from my experiences of the eight-year Iran-Iraq war, how this violence symbolically influences the emotional life of my generation, it gives us the fear that facing images of war on television and in the city through the walls.
This body of work represents war and its heritage how it permeates all aspects of contemporary society by depicting a couple in a fictionalized battlefield as they interact in everyday life for instance, watching television, surfing the Internet and celebrating their wedding.
While my couple does not visibly express emotion, they nevertheless have a power of perseverance, determination and survival. I create moments that capture ongoing duality of life and war without precluding hope.
Gohar Dashti received her M.A in Photography from the Fine Art University of Tehran in 2005. She has developed a practice concerning social issues with particular references to history and culture in modern society.
*Disclaimer: I posted this back in May, but a keyword search on Tumblr revealed that there STILL hasn’t been enough love and attention shown to Dashti’s work. She deserves support for trying to bring a sense of humour to the strength and resilience with which people carry on their every-day lives during the insanity of war and occupation… ala Time That Remains
Shout-out to yourlittlearabmexican and other peeps who reblogged the original post ; )
Ever since the British built the railroads in India that stitch that vast subcontinent together, trains have been the organizing force that unify all of its disparate parts. As I tried to tell the story of the community that inhabits the depots, I would go to the train station every day and wander around the platform. Each time a train would roll in, while carefully stepping over bodies and around huge mountains of luggage, I would start to photograph the swirl of life that assaults and saturates the senses.