Being January, being cold and being bleak I thought I’d show you more snow bound images this time from Yola Monakhov‘s ‘Once Out Of Nature’ photo series. The work is a number of years old at this stage and is comprised of portraits, landscapes and interiors from her native Russia which she shot over a number of visits to her homeland:
Monakhov continuously returns to the country of her birth, anchored only by language, a family history of homecoming, and a native’s feel for the relationship between nature and fate. Her photographic journey is subjective and fortuitous, but engages intimately with the material conditions of place.
Each picture is intimate in scale, descriptive in character and reminds us of the connection, the relationship between man and the elements and, for those of us who live in temperate climes, the harsh conditions many people across the World live in everyday. Unlike Marek Samojeden’s beautiful winter landscape pictures of Poland – which I posted up earlier today – Monakhov is interested in people’s life and experiences in snowy, bleak places such as the Moscow neighbourhood of Belyaevo where she has family, the Arctic Circle of the Russian Northwest as well as Ekaterinburg, on the border of Europe and Asia, places you might not want to live in but certainly places I’d love to visit.
There is a desperate romantic feeling about her pictures, a sense of yearning. Perhaps it’s because she’s only visiting having emigrated to America many years before, perhaps its the sense of history one always gets when seeing images of that great country or perhaps because I’m a stupid romantic. I’m not even into snow. Either way I can’t help but feel emotionally attached to these pictures. I hope you do too.