09 November 2011
kosovo in polaroids, part two
(I don't know how how the light around her head happened but I sure do love it)
(awesome albanian teenagers)
(inside the studio of the fantastic albanian painter artan hajrullahu, whose work I fell head over heels in love with)
(and while we were visiting with artan in his studio, his mother brought us hot mint tea and apples she'd hand-picked from a tree in their backyard)
(while visiting albanian artist filloreta maliqi, she introduced us to her grandfather, a fine photographer and the first in his village to own a polaroid sx-70 back in the day)
(plastic colored clothespins, oh plastic colored clothespins)
sometimes I like to pair words and descriptions with my polaroids, sometimes I don't. scratch that, I don't. but something about the kosovo polaroids seems to call for it. more words added to part one and: parts three and four on deck.
for the record, it brings me great joy to share these polaroids from gjilan. it means the world that you even look. thank you.