In the south of Madagascar, where the earth hides precious gems, I encountered a world of contrasts: beauty and exploitation, extracted wealth and lived poverty, stubborn humanity.
Early morning in Isaan: 13 degrees bite into the skin. An invitation to breakfast, road dust and the Mekong. Between broken languages and BeerLao, I realise that every world is enough unto itself.
Cluster bombs suspended like an artificial sky. Below, prosthetic limbs and silence. At the COPE centre in Vientiane, war is not memory: it is ground, present time, and a question that never finds an end.
TOBEES — a project born from the meeting of music and nature, where the hum of bees becomes musical matter and the sonic experience opens up new forms of awareness.