Jehad Nga
Monday, 19 October 2009
As a child, I feared darkness. My imagination would run wild, shadows would lurk behind me. I was afraid of ghosts - of the mysterious dead nothingness. I was afraid of being dragged into the bowels of the unknown, never to see the light of day again. But my fears were not warranted, as they are mere fragments of my imagination. As I came across these photographs by Jehad Nga today, those distant fears flooded back into my conscience. These people live in fear. The threat of the shadow is real. Very real. It could pierce through your heart with its cold steely finger nails, embedding each blow into your heart and draining all your limbs of life. It could even hurl its fist and throw you into the air, coughing up dirt, powder and blood. Swift and sly.
To view more of Jehad Nga’s work, please go to his site.