A portrait of the simple life of the nomads in Dvortsevoy’s Kazakh homeland, in which everything seems eternal and nothing changes. A woman prepares dough. A child with a smeared face sits on the ground. A rope is drawn through a camel’s nose. Is this what happiness looks like?
A portrait of the simple life of the nomads in Dvortsevoy’s Kazakh homeland, in which everything seems eternal and nothing changes. A woman prepares dough. A child with a smeared face sits on the ground. A rope is drawn through a camel’s nose. Is this what happiness looks like?
