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197 countries on this planet

JUNE 3, 2013


Hi everyone! Thanks for reading 🙂

In the last couple of days we photographed people holding our white rose from Russia, Azerbaijan, Tibet, Germany, France, Japan, Italy, Nepal, Israel, Rwanda, Sri Lanka, India, Portugal, America, Spain, England, Zimbabwe, Netherlands and Colombia.

Often different people from the same country have the same views on peace, a predisposition to a collective thought and therefore a predicted geographical outcome and focus of energies peaceful and not so.

We filmed and photographed each person, discussed what peace means to them and why. You would automatically think peace would mean ‘world peace’ to a lot of people. Many people commented to them peace is inner peace and that peace must come from within first.

Meeting so many people in one day from all walks of life really forces us into situations that you normal just don’t have to deal with. We walk up to about 30 strangers a day and engage with them, sit with them, talk to them one on one, ask them questions, take their photos in various posses holding the white rose and we talk to them about peace, many people share very intimate and personal details and philosophies, that really is at the heart of the humanity of this art project.

This is challenging for us even though we have a plan and know we have got our selves into, but these unsuspecting people can be by themselves, in a group, rushing to a meeting, sleeping on a park bench, sitting on a bus and doing a drug deal (yesterday) or pimping for their local ladies (today), seriously a pimp, we get ourselves into all sorts of situations, not just middle of the road coffee shops.

The one thing everyone has in common is they are in their space, doing their own thing and in a split from saying hi, we’re talking with them about what peace means to them, they are being filmed, recorded and photographed with a large studio camera, being interviewed and challenged to give themselves over to requests for answers about them and their views.

The stories and people we have met so far really are phenomenal, their responses are humbling and the thoughts about peace that are exchanged are often quite profound.

Every person provides their first name, place of birth, where they live now, what peace means to them, what they do (job… some very interesting topics here) and we record the GPS ordinates of every image we take. All for the global art project ‘Peace in 10,000 Hands’ a conversation for peace.

The journey continues, today we head to London, via Verona and Milan on the train.

Thank you for your support and keep your suggestions on who you would like to see photographed for #peacein10000hands


- Written by JUNE 3, 2013




Dubai 5.15am

JUNE 1, 2013


‘I really like your nuts’, one of the more unfortunate lines that basically translates as such in any language, I was communicating my approval of an very nice Iranian mans merchandise. Moving on from the nut man with my cashews thinking wtf did I say that for. It’s 5.15am and after my fill of nuts I was still starving, saw a hole in the wall street vendor serving up local delights. I tend to prefer vego so ordered the Falafel Burger, very excited, ordered, paid, took my espresso to my crate seat thing and was followed by scary cook man welding a spatula. He approached fast and in sort of broken English barked an order at me, not sure I  was sitting on the wrong crate or what I just sort of stared at him waving his spatula at me while he dug for some better broken English to get his message across. To break the moment I took a sip of coffee and waited and waited, he left me there and I waited, I waited and then with a renewed determination he returned, with his spatular. And said mmmmmeeeeedim oooora mmmmmmmmedim wwwrarer.

WHAT?!?

I just want my Falafel Burger. He won’t leave till I respond and finally I work out here is asking me if I want my Falafel Burger cooked ‘medium or medium rare’.

Seriously. I thought for a moment I was being punked. Ordered medium rare, to be safe.

It was the best burger I think I have had.

Fourteen flight hours from Sydney to Dubai and six from Dubai to Venice on a completely full massive Emirates two decker plane. Two things here, you get served last whatever is left, you are next to the toilets and right side the crew quarters, hello.

The guy in seat next to me sneazed and coughed up flem for 14 hours straight and a massive Englishman sitting in front of me vomited in both sinks in the toilets and blocked them. This was of course like most situations good and bad. Good, because no-one queued by your chair leaning on it and using it as a balustrade and bad because the place sorted of smelt like Englishman’s (nic named him Vomiting George, still managed to eat and drink, bless him) vomit.

Venice, we land, into customs, lots of planes, gazillions of people, TWO Italian customs agents stamping passports.

Perfecto.


- Written by JUNE 1, 2013




Dubai

MARCH 29, 2013


Putting your face up against your camera when it is so hot the camera cards are nearly melting is always difficult, you don’t want to get your gear wet. But with little over 24 hours in Dubai you just gotta get to it. We got out target number of photographs and in total we photographed people from nine countries here, amazing diversity.

We talk about peace with all of them while photographing them about peace and what peace means to them. People’s views here were strong verging on uncomfortable discussions at time with complete strangers from the various countries including, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan and Nigeria. They really wanted to debate it and let it all out.

They are really happy to let their view known when you ask, it’s like boom in your face, you asked here and here it is, people I know died, what more do you want to hear. Most people we spoke to here seemed to of escaped something. Their struggles and stories were all different, as were their reasons for being in Dubai. However there was a common theme to their rational and decisions that has lead them here.

While on this project it is important we get under the skin of the places we are in to meet the ‘real’ people representing the humanity of the places we are in. While in Dubai we haven’t seen the famous sail building, massive mall and multi storied aquarium, fancy shops or anywhere air conditioned. So I am not really in a position to pass comment on Dubai as a city or place to visit apart from saying the airport is massive and beautiful and local food from hole in the wall vendors were really good.

Such a melting pot of people, so many interesting hands.

The journey continues. Peace Stu


- Written by MARCH 29, 2013