Was man so findet, wenn man durch so manches Ateliers streift.
Buchalov
Notizen von Juergen Kuester und seiner Kunstfigur Buchalov
Oh, I recognize the unforgettable, piercing, green eyes in the background. The Afghan Girl. She was on the cover of National Geographic in 1985. Steve McCurry had photographed her in a refugee camp in Pakistan. I remember her well.
17 years later he found her again. National Geographic did an article on that. She’d returned to Afghanistan and had become a mother of 3 daughters (a fourth one died at infancy). Hardly recognizable. Nothing was left of the pretty, delicate face we once saw. The fire and clearity in the eyes had faded. Understandable. Life is hard in the mountains of Afghanistan.
What struck me is that she never knew she had become famous overnight. She never got something out of it. Nobody ever took a photograph of her again. Her name is Sharbat Gula. The outline of her day: “She rises before sunrise and prays. She fetches water from the stream. She cooks, cleans, does laundry. She cares for her children. She has never known a happy day in her life, her brother says, except perhaps the day of her marriage at the age of 13-16.
A medieval existence. So different from the flight her picture took. In that sense your photograph has some symbolism in it, with her in the background tucked away behind the radiator. And those headless white corpses in front of her.
Life is hard to comprehend sometimes. It’s a strange world we live in.
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Thank you for that important note. I heard about it, but when I published the picture in the post, it was not in my mind.
All the best, Juergen
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