Natali Agrzykova

“Hause” spiele | The aim of this project is to express through photography the adaptation to new conditions and to a foreign home. The war in Ukraine and the circumstances of today, the loss of home and surroundings, the attempt to adapt to a new place of residence and living conditions, the desire to feel protected and free - all this is happening now and with us. Playing "in the house" It is like penetrating into the living organism of the house through the furniture, walls, floor, as an acceptance of our new changing world with other rules and conditions. At the end of this "game", will we be able to integrate, will we be able to feel this "house" as our home? https://www.instagram.com/natali.agryzkova/

Marlies Plank

Soapbubble Studies | In *Soapbubble Studies*, I explore the fragility and beauty of nature through the lens of surrealism, using giant soap bubbles as metaphors for the shifting realities of our world. These ethereal, floating bubbles hover in tranquil landscapes, symbolizing the delicate balance between nature’s serenity and the instability of the modern era.

Each bubble represents the fragile yet captivating moments we live in—where climate change looms like an invisible force, threatening to burst the illusion of stability we have long clung to. The fleeting existence of a soap bubble parallels the fragile state of our planet and ecosystems. Just as a bubble can disappear with the slightest breeze, our natural world is at risk of collapse from environmental degradation and climate change. Through this series, I aim to capture the tension between beauty and vulnerability, inviting the viewer to reflect on the consequences of inaction.

Beyond environmental concerns, *Soapbubble Studies* also speaks to the economic and social "bubbles" we navigate—moments of unsustainable growth, rising inequality, and the ever-present uncertainty of global systems. The bubbles floating through serene landscapes are visual reminders of how, in unstable times, reality can shift in an instant. Economic bubbles, much like the ones in these photographs, are temporary and fragile, eventually bursting and reshaping our sense of security. These delicate structures mirror the instability in which we live—caught between the allure of progress and the hidden forces that may upend our lives.

In this body of work, the soap bubbles serve as symbols of transience, echoing the impermanence of both our natural world and societal structures. They remind us that despite the beauty we can create, we must also be mindful of the fragility of the systems we depend on. My hope is that *Soapbubble Studies* serves as a portal for reflection—on nature’s resilience, our collective responsibility toward preserving it, and the precarious nature of the times we live in. www.marliesplank.art

Lena Bühler

L’Ailleurs | L’Ailleurs (the Elsewhere in french) is what cannot be grasped, the place of my loneliness where emptiness and silence reign. It is a disillusioned escape, anchored in the unconscious. It rarely brings satisfaction because it is the result of a state of isolation, whether it is suffered or imposed, towards the flight from reality.

L’Ailleurs was a nickname I gave to my dream world a few years ago. Out of cowardice and shame, I was silent in front of everybody. My reality had become blurred and my lack of appetite for life was unmentionable. This utopian place is a bitter freedom that poisons and freezes the mind. L’Ailleurs is rooted in me, I painfully get rid of it. It is the abstraction of a space that feeds and creates itself from my fears, my doubts and my sadness. The greater the loneliness is, the wider the Elsewhere becomes.

After surviving a trauma in 2017 that impacted my body and my mind as a young girl, the months that followed turned into years. Time was suspended. I remember very little of my reality during this period. The only images I have left are those of my introspective landscapes and of my body as an empty envelope. I needed to (re)find and to value myself as a young woman to process this painful event. This project allowed me to come back to the transition from the girl I was to the woman I became. https://lenabuehler.com/work

Jamil Fatti

Plume | Plume explores the human quest for meaning in the face of impermanence and existential nihilism. The project was born from a personal realization of the transient nature of life, spurred by the story of my paternal grandfather, Ansu, who passed away when my father was just a baby. Confronted by the impermanence of life at a young age, I began questioning the permanence of all that we hold dear.

The series delves into how individuals reconcile the inevitability of loss with the desire to find beauty and purpose in the present. Through a blend of philosophical, literary, and personal reflections, Plume examines how different cultures and belief systems grapple with these existential questions. The project invites viewers to contemplate the value of their own experiences, even as they recognize that everything, ultimately, fades away. www.jamilfatti.com

Savka

Pages | Every page is blank until we start writing our stories. They permeate us, reminding us of our victories, failures and growth

"Pages" emphasizes that every stage in our lives is valuable and invariably important for our development and hardening. This series gives you the opportunity to discover the pages of your own stories and celebrate the significance of your personal experiences.

I want to inspire you to look at your own achievements and feel grateful to yourself for everything you have already lived and overcome along the way. This series promotes inner reflection and understanding that every page of our story is important and valuable. iamsavka.com

Stephanie O'Connor

Reigning Toward Aries | In ‘Reigning Toward Aries’ Stephanie O’Connor explores the emotional oscillations of impending parenthood through dusk-drenched scenes that she observes safely from the wings. Visions of goats, thick-fleeced rams, and faceless figures haunt deserted parks and dimly-lit stages, presenting a theatre of quiet chaos. Throughout the ages, the constellation Aries has represented a pocket of space rich with stars, symbolising the cardinal sign of the zodiacal ram and elemental fire, and now also corresponding to the predicted astrological sign of her child.

In women, there is an expectation of fertility—of being ripe, red, and fecund. Simultaneously, there is a sense of shame regarding their blood. O’Connor confronts the contradictions of being female, which are entwined with her own ambivalence surrounding an unplanned pregnancy: does her gratitude merely reflect her learned currency regarding worth? Or, like the ram, does it signify new beginnings, strength, determination, and, at the same time, sacrifice? The visual theatre that O’Connor constructs acts as a guide, leading us through these multifaceted confrontations of self and body, never quite landing on a steady foundation. Instead, she invites us to dwell in the dissonances, to allow space for the coexistence of joy and trepidation surrounding a monumental shift in identity. www.stephanieoconnor.co.nz

Arnold Manda

Johannesburg in Colour | Hi, my name is Arnold Manda (b.1994, Zambia). I am an independent photographer, writer, and consultant based in uMhlanga and Johannesburg, South Africa. I enjoy making and sharing my own prints, and managing my own photography studio. I am a self-taught photographer with a minor background in drawing and painting. I am interested in using photography to explore ideas concerning creative expression and personal heuristic healing methods. 

Johannesburg in Colour is an ongoing project of pictures that were made during spring 2019 through spring 2021 in the city of Johannesburg, Gauteng, that mark my return to photography and help me to evaluate the conflation and metonymy of person, place, and pain. www.arnoldmanda.com

Kostis Argyriadis

A Balkan Pray | In a world that every day hopes tomorrow will be better, in a world that remembers, perhaps mistakenly, that the past was better, in a world that is speeding every second now, hope is the only thing that is lasting. I grew up and live in a city of the Balkans, Thessaloniki, Greece, and I see everywhere a nostalgia for the unknown past. For the past of others. In ‘’Balkan Pray’, I’m trying to capture that. Any actions that seek something more than the givens of the time lose their meaning. The resource to a past we did not live in but imagined, the anticipation of a dystopian future. "Balkan Pray" seeks and recalls human's lost love with life.
-Kostis Argyriadis-A.I.

"I just wanted a backpack full of everything necessary for sleeping, shelter, food, cooking, basically a full kitchen and bedroom, right on my back, and to go somewhere, find absolute solitude, study the absolute blank mind, to be completely neutral to any or any ideas. I intended to have, in fact, prayer as my only activity, to pray for all living creatures I saw that this was the only decent activity left in the world.
- Jack Kerouac, from the book ''The Dharma Bums''

"The transformation of Nature from a divine creation into a performance, into a simple content of the senses, into a passive and amorphous material destined to be questioned and submitted to the plastic will of the Spirit, into a spectacle and image, - Heidegger characteristically defines the modern era as the The 'age of the image of the world' leads us to the decidedly modern experience of the gradual stripping of the world of all divine presence.''
- Kostas Papaioannou, The man and his shadow, Alternative Editions publications.

Michiko Chiyoda

The Eternal Field - Entrusting Memories to the Field | ”The more you try to forget, the more it stays with you. When you need to let go of something, it is engraved in your heart.”—From Wong Kar-wai's "Ashes of Time”

I simply don’t remember about the past or never really thought about remembering the past. I have never been one to hold on to the past, but after my mother's death, I found myself troubled by memories of her. What I remember about my mother is mostly from the time I cared for her. Changes in her suffering from a dementia, unexpected events I have faced, and the way I dealt with her had become burdensome memories. When she passed away, I intended to live carrying these memories and complex emotions.

However, the memories never faded, and now she is an unwavering presence, keeps reminding me of them. I began to wish I could forget. At the same time, I was also tormented by feeling guilty for wanting to forget the memories of her. Then, I remembered a quote from a Wong Kar-wai movie and decided to re-examine these memories. I sorted through my mother's keepsakes and wrote down those memories. As I continued this process, I often found myself contemplating her life. This process made me want to let go of them and entrust them under the ground. I chose the field for the safekeeping – a place I loved, where my mother and I often walked, a place that felt like it could accept and purify all.

I push my way into the field, dreaming of a journey to mourn and entrust my memories. http://michikochiyoda.com

Yuliya Pavlova

Die, Freeze, Sise | The main idea of the project is finding ways of spiritual salvation during turbulent times. I worked with a theater of absurd aesthetics. The theater of the absurd arose as a reaction of total war, death camps, terror — under the sign of the apocalypse. Absurdism turned its hero into a puppet; an absurd hero is always an object, not a bearer of will.

Game and horror merge, death becomes a game, and life becomes an absurd nightmare. The title of the work also refers to a game. “Die, “-and all participants freeze in awkward poses. “Rise”-and everyone comes to life again.

Speaking about spiritual salvation, I turn to Christian symbolism-icons and symbols of the apocalypse. By filming children, I create a playful, theatrical form of action. We create our play in which we don’t ask questions, where characters accept the meaninglessness of their existence. This acceptance gives the right to happiness. https://yulyapavlova.ru

Carly Goldstein

Carly Goldstein is a photographer based in New York focusing on the themes of home (rough - you can write something better but i try to focus on the themes of home, things that bring me peace

Laidric Stevenson

My name is Laidric Stevenson, and I am a photographer based in Dallas, Texas. Once an

aspiring photojournalist, I am a quiet observer of the ordinariness of everyday life. Fueled by

nostalgia and curiosity, I document the changing spaces of the modern cityscape. I believe in

photography’s power when presented in the book format, and I am an enthusiastic self-publisher

of zines and small photo books.

Fruma Markowitz

Searching for the Kahinah | “Searching for the Kahinah” is part travelogue, part archive, part fact, part flight of fancy, but mostly a visual journey celebrating the many interwoven narratives and unique intersections of culture and tradition characteristic amongst women of the Maghreb (North Africa). During a long-awaited trip to Morocco in 2020, I learned that Jewish, Muslim, and Amazigh (Berber) women have shared friendship, plus a confluence of stories and myths, religious beliefs and practice, personal adornment, and handcraft design that goes back centuries - and became intrigued. I found it remarkable that groups we in the West consider at odds with one another, in fact lived side-by-side with respect for years, mostly because the women amongst them made it so. Since that trip, I've built an ongoing personal photographic project based upon this foundational concept.

After October 7 of last year – as a Jewish woman, and a photographer – this story of Jewish- Muslim-Amazigh co-existence and friendship became only more emotionally poignant for me. The war between Israel and Gaza is painful any way it is approached. My instinct says to me that if women were running the show, things could look very different in the Middle East. The Kahinah, who was a real historical figure of the 8th Century, embodies precisely that female strength, heroism, and leadership for Jewish, Muslim, and Amazigh people alike. She is my muse.

Each work combines cyanotype and mixed-media collage elements with imagery from a vast archive of photos of these women, made by men at the turn of the 20th century at a time when North Africa was being colonized by Europeans. Sold as tourist postcards, the images were meant to “other” these women/cultures as “exotic,” souvenirs of a way of life considered antiquated, “barbarian,” and destined to be replaced by a superior (French) Empire. The women depicted were often sexualized and labeled with a photographic nod to the Orientalist movement in painting that was still in vogue at that time.

My imagination and a pair of scissors literally cut the portraits out of this posed, imposed reality, and offers them another world - a woman’s world - where my historical research coupled with their shared connective tissue can be realized within a new context, far away from the romanticized version of them as “other.” Cyanotype, with its rich blueness, is for me the appropriate process to use in making these works. Blue is not just any color in the cultures of North Africa and the Middle East. In this part of the world, the color blue represents a deep spiritual force that protects against the Evil Eye, of which women are to a large extent, the arbiters thereof.

My images aim to turn all this on its head, to reverse the gaze - the power - that is male. Here I’m offering a point of view that, between moments of factual observation and flights of fancy, considers an alternative space where women look directly back and hold the gaze. https://frumamarkowitz.photo

Reuben Radding

HEAVENLY ARMS | HEAVENLY ARMS is my first photobook created from the last ten years of my practice of wandering city streets, photographing life unfolding in New York City, or wherever else I am. I always had a deep faith that this seemingly undirected, improvisatory process of being in a state of immersive reaction every day could reveal more complex truths than the factual intent of the documentarian, or the concept-driven agendas of the fine art scene, and I believe this book does exactly that.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/heavenlyarms/heavenly-arms

Nick Ortoleva

In the Middle of Uncertainty with My Arms Opened Wide | More often than not, I feel as though I am watching life go by from a third person point of view. Dissociative, detached, and feeling out of body, I don't feel as though I am present. It is an unruly feeling that I have learned to embrace, rather than fight against it.

My perception of the present is rendered similarly to looking through the viewfinder of a camera, reflected and refracted through what seems to be a series of convex glasses, further being distorted and altered via a focal ring. Small details that might normally be unseen catch my eye through this tunnel vision focus.

In the Middle of Uncertainty with My Arms Opened Wide is a window into my distorted world, where I aim to represent what living with this disconnection is like. My camera acts as a tool of clarity while simultaneously blurring this grounded reality and this third person, out of body point of view. This embrace of the two materializes into contemplation, reflections, and glimpses of a skewed in-between point. There is a need for a visual record and through close examination, my ongoing project aims to address myself, and where I stand in the world amidst this intersection, by using a sequence of images that are dependent on my unreliable, dissociative memory.

In this search, I seek patterns to follow that naturally create an order and by bringing these fragments together I look to composite a large, singular scene. Orbs of light and portals into other worlds,  just removed from our reality and are often subtle, hidden, and require slow observing when looking to uncover them. These subtle gateways and delicate moments unravel within our everyday life swiftly just as light diffuses through dew drops or how a wisp of gnats dance in the sun as it sets through the trees. These moments are fleeting and demand an acute description but are discoverable almost anywhere. www.nickortoleva.com

Diana Cheren Nygren

Mother Earth Nevertheless She Persisted | A city girl and skeptic to my core, I feel an overwhelming sense of awe in the face of a desert spread before me or the expanse of the ocean. Within these magnificent landscapes, humanity seems small and insignificant. Geologic eras are etched into layers of rock and our time on earth seems short in contrast. So far there have been thirty-seven epochs in the history of this planet. Humans have been on Earth for less than two of these, though our impact on the shape of the planet has been tremendously outsized. What will the next epoch look like?

I have mounted scenes of human habitation behind acrylic, plastic walls that we imagine can safely separate the things we do from having an impact on the natural world. I have then affixed these scenes onto and within sweeping landscapes. I am presenting this work without glass. The constructed world behind the acrylic is literally protected, while the landscapes remain exposed and vulnerable. A continuity of line and color between these two parts of the work hints at their interconnectedness. I use the desert southwest of the United States as a stand-in for what the majority of the land on our planet might look like as it continues to be shaped by rising temperatures, drought, and fires. Ultimately, I present these multi-layered images in hand-painted wooden frames, alluding to the next chapter in the planet's history. As the image pushes beyond its edges, the story continues to evolve.

In spite of human activity, the Earth continues to transform and reinvent itself. The Earth is not coming to an end. Its inhabitants cannot escape its permanence, and the power it has to shape their existence. The question remains, as nature reinvents itself, can we adapt with it? Will we be part of that next chapter? www.dianacherennygren.com

John Hensel

The Measure | The coin and empire emerge together. A mercenary without local ties could pay the expenses of life if impartial quantity replaced the personalized systems of credit and obligation that predated it. Coins as we know them—small, circular, and stamped—appeared in Anatolia around 600 B.C.E., facilitating the paying of soldiers and the buying of slaves. How ironic now to look upon the emancipator stamped on copper-platted zinc.

This series of coins were worn in use over their lifetimes. I’ve collected these over a couple decades, in that nearly forgotten time when cash was still in everyday use. Worn effigies, bas-relief in copper and zinc, they hold a value, but what is it?

It has always been a latent truth that money is valued over human lives in our society, but seldom has it been so starkly on display in our previous years of COVID and as the founding principles of our nation are being sabotaged by those who pretend to Lincoln’s legacy. www.johnhensel.net

Ileana Doble Hernandez

Los Gringos | In elementary school I learned that the American continent is only one, it's not divided between north and south. For us, people of the United States are not Americans, because America is a continent, not a country. "Los Gringos" is a series of street photographs; some of them taken at parades and marches, with whatever camera available, over the more than twelve years that I've been living in the U.S. as an immigrant.

What I like more about a photograph is that its meaning depends on the context in which it is experienced and on what it is juxtaposed with. When put together, I see these pictures in a very special way, almost as a diary of "America". By juxtaposing these as diptychs I point to my nuanced perspective and to situations that feel intertwined. A clash between classes, races, genders and beliefs is still present, as it was many years ago, when Robert Frank took the road.

The title of this project and the all-over-the-country snapshot style inevitably draw from Frank's work. Like him, I am a foreigner trying to make sense of what I see. However, and despite its somewhat pejorative meaning, the title also represents my own roots. I grew up referring to people of the United States as 'gringos'. 'Gringo/gringa', a very common word for Mexicans, can be traced back to the Mexican-American war, when Mexican soldiers yelled "Green go home" to their United Statesian counterparts, who wore green uniforms.

I came to this country believing in the idea of a singular 'american dream', the romanticized hard-working success-finding ideal. I've come to realize that this ideal is not at reach for everyone, it is like a photograph, it depends on the context in which it is experienced and the community one is part of. www.ileanadobleh.com

Caitlin Loi

All That There Is | Caitlin Loi is a British-Chinese visual artist based in London. Predominantly working with analogue photography, Loi’s work often focuses on themes which are drawn from her everyday surroundings and personal experiences. Whilst simultaneously embracing commonly overlooked moments translated through her imagery, her work embodies a sense of stillness and fragility. Loi’s photographic observations result in working between analogue and printmaking techniques where she additionally finds interest in alternative photographic processes. Her interests also surround image curation, the gallery space, and art direction.

I’ve also attached a project statement below from looking at the other Portfolio projects, in case that would be better suited:

‘All That There Is’ developed from reflections.

Reflections over the past few years and recognising my own thoughts and feelings with my growth journey. It is a visual diary of how I have felt based on my surroundings and an outlet for me to express the ambiguous nature of the in-between. ‘All That There Is’ comes from a place of anxiety and fear of the future but also as a reminder to myself that what’s in front of me is, all that there is, and I don’t have to constantly overthink life and all of its many obstacles but can at least try my best, that being all we can do.

Kurnia Ngayuga Wibowo

Something Lost Into The Water | I live in a family environment that adheres to certain traditions, but my belief in those traditions is only partially embraced by me, causing differences in perspectives in various aspects.

In a phase when my parents were concerned about my future, I was asked to bathe with holy water to eliminate the perceived negativity residing within me. I could only comply with their request while internally suppressing rebellion to release rationality in believing in an abstract hope.

Through this work, I attempt to reflect on what I experienced and felt during that time, exploring my questions about the actions and traditions my parents believe in, why water plays a crucial role in the spiritual aspect of the society where I live, and how it shaped my personality until now. yugaknow.wixsite.com/photo