belrus
  • 2024
  • 2023
  • 2022
  • 2021
  • 2020
  • 2019
  • 2018
  • 2017
  • 2016
  • 2015
  • 2014
  • 2013
  • 2012
  • 2011
  • 2010
  • 2009
  • 2008
  • 2007
  • 2006
  • 2005
  • 2004
  • 2003
  • 2002
  • 2001
  • 2000
  • 1999
  • 1998
  • 1997
  • 1996
  • 1995
  • 1994
  • 1993
  • 1992
  • 1991
  • 1990
  • 1989
  • 1988
  • 1987
  • 1986
  • 1985
  • 1982
  • 1977
  • 1976
  • 1974
  • 1972
  • 1971
  • 1970
  • 1969
  • 1962
  • 1960
  • 1958
  • 1956
  • 1954
  • 1953
  • 1952
  • 1937
  • 1932
  • 1930
  • 1927
  • 1925
  • 1921
  • 1920
  • 1919
  • 1912
  • 1891

2024

2023

2022

2021

2020

2019

2018

2017

2016

2015

2014

2013

2012

2011

2010

2009

2008

2007

2006

2005

2004

2003

2002

2001

2000

1999

1998

1997

1996

1995

1994

1993

1992

1991

1990

1989

1988

1987

1986

1985

1982

1977

1976

1974

1972

1971

1970

1969

1962

1960

1958

1956

1954

1953

1952

1937

1932

1930

1927

1925

1921

1920

1919

1912

1891

Motherland

Tatsiana Tkachova 2018 – 2021
A series of 20 photographs.

Author's description of the project:

My mother was born on the edge of a forest in Belarus. She lost her baby, my sibling, because of the Chernobyl disaster. She struggled as a single mother and she sacrificed everything for me. My mother had 19 golden fillings for 20 years – she used them to buy my first camera. She lives in a small village in the East of Belarus. Almost nobody knows where Belarus is. A lot of people in Europe think that it’s located somewhere in Siberia.

For a few years, I obsessively took portraits of her and the universe she created in her parents’ house. It was the universe of my mother - my MotherLand. In March 2021, I had to leave Belarus. I'm a journalist. I can't go back. Since then, I haven’t seen my mother, but we continue to speak by phone. I began to make screenshots as we spoke and as she showed me her everyday life. My morning begins with audio messages that my mother sends me every day. These images and connections became my unexpected link to the home I think I have lost forever. This is my ode to my MotherLand that I will never lose.