“I remember the first time I set foot in Africa. I landed in Kigali, the capital of Rwanda, and before my heel touched the ground I had the overwhelming sensation that I was home. Since then, I have explored the continent from east to west and north to south. The familiarity and comfort of being ‘home’ struck me most clearly in the east where the Great Rift Valley fractures the land. Below me, a long and vast fracture tore the earth apart, the richness of the continent’s minerals exploding to the surface, and I felt my core breached and my imagination excited. It remains an emotional parallel to my experience of Africa.
The Rift Valley is a startling metaphor for the balancing act upon which life on Earth is contingent. The richness of resource stands in violent contrast to the socio-political unrest and desperate needs of an overly dense population.
This body of work is a journey through the Great Rift Valley, which I have called my home. It is composed of the places I went, the people I met, and the beautiful and horrific magic that is held here in the cradle of life.”
— Dominic Nahr