Lado Pochkhua

B/W photographs of various sizes

This project is indebted to my memories, and to the circumstances of my life that I was not able to change. At the age of twenty-three, I lost everything: family, friends, my hometown, my house, my documents. In Tbilisi, I discovered a new, disorderly and hungry life as a refugee from Abkhazia. That is, I’m no one. Zero. A person without a social function. After receiving my first package of humanitarian assistance, a US Army kit of beans and meat packed in tinfoil, I promised myself that I would get out of the trouble I had fallen into. It took me years; the photographs in this exhibition are the stages of my journey from the life of a refugee to a decent human life. The photographs in this series are the stages of my journey from the life of a refugee to a decent human life.