Eye of the Storm
Project statement
It has been just over a year since the conflict in Ethiopia broke out. So much destruction: thousands perished and properties destroyed, reduced to rubble.
During the early days of the conflict, I watched my mother’s anguish and pain, hidden largely to the outer world. But it was there and watching as grief seeped into her was a difficult reality to live through. As the war expanded into northern Ethiopia affecting my father and another part of my family, so did the heartbreak. As war enveloped Ethiopia, so it did my family as well.
Incessantly checking the news on YouTube and on the TV screen, existing in an era of lies manufactured by media, living in uncertainty, swimming in multitudes of ‘what-ifs’, has become our normal. Then there are the nuances and the fast-paced development of reality. How does one process it? How does one place themselves in it all? There is the communal pain, the communal awareness of the reality in Ethiopia but then there is the individual experience. Where do you place your self in it? How do you translate yourself in all that is evolving?
Solitude.