Natalie Shirin Nazemi

In old Sumerian Ki-ang was “to love”- strangely, the word meant “to measure the earth”. Love was not a feeling or an emotion as much as an anchor that rooted you to a place.
From Elif Shafak’s ‘There are rivers in the sky’

These days were humans lives and earth seem to be disposable, I wonder how we want to talk about that anchor. An anchor that to me is the very base of a dignified life. Despite only living in Iran fully for pre-school or amadegi, the getting ready, my root has always felt to be in Iran. It is ingrained in every fibre of my being.
Except for some long summers and other numerous short trips, I cannot share the experience of living my adult life there and so of course my idea of being there is somewhat isolated from reality. Despite all that Iran to me is love. The countless people that have welcomed me like family, surpass a lifetime of love you can wish for. I care about its people and every bit of its so beautiful land that has suffered from so much negligence. I am trembling every day now at the thought of politicians bullying their way through what appears to be a playground that they roam with free unabashed cruelty.

These images are excerpts from our ‚Maria de Buenos Aires‘. We asked ourselves throughout the whole process, how will it end? What will we leave the audience with? How desperately I wanted to see hope poking through. But how can there be hope when you destroy the anchors?

Photo 1,2 & 6 by @julialormis