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dezòd
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dezòd. It's the Haitian Creole word for chaos.
It's only one of the words I could use to describe what the heart feels when helplessly riding in the back of a van through the streets of Port au Prince, Haiti. Helpless is another. Or maybe upsidedown. It's hard to describe.
This series attempts to capture an outsider's troubled heart in a foreign land—the visual representation of having no answers.