Flickering reflections in a black mirror
A face reflected in a dark screen. South Africa’s HIV response flickers between projects and people, technology and touch.
A face reflected in a dark screen. South Africa’s HIV response flickers between projects and people, technology and touch.
Children inherit choices, adults barter care. Hope shines through where exchange softens into humanity.
In a small African island-nation, the response to HIV strains between past and future, restless but slow-moving.
In a garden framed by hedges, hands speak what words cannot. Between grip and release lies a response to HIV that is fluid, fragile, and refusing the boundaries we try to draw.
A hand in motion, a face strained. Layers shed in a yellow room hint at fragility, endurance, and the thin promise of resilience.
A hand at rest, a voice breaking. In one room, memory of genocide, of a virus carried forward, and of the quiet strength of those who remain to witness, to speak, to hold.