A Return to Madagascar
Some people call it the “photographic incubator”: a series of images find their own right time to come full circle into the project that it is meant to be. Ten years have passed since Joni’s book, Torina’s World: The Villages of Madagascar, was self-published with creative direction by LensWork Publishing. Her son, Ben, was nine years old when he edited the book and went with Joni to schools to talk about his experience in editing at such a young age. At that time, the book was mainly distributed by Barb Sanders at Catalyst Books. Fast forward 10 years, and with serendipitous energy, the subject of the book, Torina, and Joni’s son are both now 18 years old, and Torina has found a way to write a letter via translators. Ben attends Oregon State University on a partial leadership scholarship. Torina still lives in her small hut with her parents and six younger brothers. She desperately wants to attend school. Arnica Creative will be dusting off the initial design and will publish the book targeting a September 2007 release. It will be marketed to schools and bookstores, as well as within partnerships with agencies and corporations. Our main goal besides distributing the tender message of book is to provide scholarship funding to Malagasy children in this village, and to continue to open the awareness level of children and adults in a privileged society. For more information, please contact us at Kabana Photography, or Arnica Creative, contact info via their websites. Che Bello! Italia!
Much of March was spent wandering the streets of Milan and Florence, Italy. Imagery was focused on food, fashion, scenary, architecture, and door knockers! It’s all there and more. Highlights were that Joni’s accommodations were in a refurbished monastery, and at the last minute she was able to attend a Beethoven piano recital at the Teatro Della Pergola by herself. The ride to the theater was of the James Bond sort, with family-friend-living-in-Florence Mac Hruska at the wheel, traversing the wrong way on the streets of Florence like a mad man. |
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