Tomorrow, Today will be Yesterday: Thoughts on Crossing Borders

by Susana Moreira Marques

When Wolf Böwig, a German photographer I’ve known for a few years, asked me if I’d like to write something inspired by his new project, Borders and Beyond, I hesitated. Wolf had been spending a lot of time in eastern Europe documenting the movements of people trying to reach central Europe. During his travels he would often send me emails with his photo collages and excerpts of his visual diaries. The images moved me in ways I couldn’t immediately define. I wasn’t sure how I could add anything, first of all, because I hadn’t been there. Wolf, being determined as he is, insisted: Borders are everywhere. This was about the issue, the ideas, this was about going beyond the media agenda. So, I started thinking and imagining and I realized I was already writing

Tin House – the open bar
July 7th, 2016

Kulturpreis der Landeskirche 2016

Der mit insgesamt 10.000 Euro dotierte Kulturpreis 2016 der Evangelisch-lutherischen Landeskirche Hannovers geht an den in Hannover lebenden Fotojournalisten Wolf Böwig. Der mit 5.000 Euro dotierte Kulturförderpreis 2016 geht an die in Berlin lebende Autorin Shida Bazyar für ihren Debütroman „Nachts ist es leise in Teheran“

Eine Jury mit zehn Expertinnen und Experten aus Kirche, Kunst und Kultur hat aus den Sparten Film, Bildende Künste, Literatur, Musik, Tanz und Theater die Preisträgerin und den Preisträger gekürt. Insgesamt 31 Vorschläge wurden gesichtet. 17 Scouts aus Kirche, Soziokultur und Kunst haben der Jury zugearbeitet

RIP – Nazar 1991-2016

…my friend Nazar from Ukraine committed suicide may 16th

Nazar couldn’t find his way in life. He signed up to the new Ukrainian army a few months ago. But it was too much for him: he hanged himself in the military campus of Wlodzimierz Wolynski in western Ukraine

” May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand. “

…a ship of life, bound for the shores of promise – your voice will endure, singing out to us between the spaces in the wind, always free, always Nazar

Em memória de Nazar, um jovem recruta do exército ucraino.

A crónica de Susana Moreira Marques


borders and beyond

Borders and Beyond
Wolf Böwig
photos, diary pages

The plate
The virgin
Pedro Rosa Mendes

Tomorrow, today will be yesterday
Thoughts on crossing borders
Susana Moreira Marques

80 pages
format 178 mm x 250 mm

April 2016

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Collage „carnet du voyage VI“

„This foreigner passed here shortly before the war reached this far. The office had not been burned down yet. The foreigner had a letter to send. What do you do for a living, I inquired, while I calculated the distance in stamps from our village to his country.

I send all I know as I learn it, he said, So my children can learn from our distance.

There were five stamps between him and his children: two presidents, two parrots, and one mask in total. Will you take long to return home, I asked, while he organised the stamps with care in the envelope.

Long as they want to grow, he said, handling back the sealed letter.

As the war raged, the letter never left here. I read it often to my children, so they can learn how it was life in peace here.“

by Pedro Rosa Mendes

Collage „carnet du voyage VI“
Kaliwa Lodge, Tanzania


Collage „carnet du voyage VII“

„The high priest took the first king to the White Mountain and told him that

All your tribe is but God’s open pit. They shall dig their way up to salvation: one soul, one gem.

So the first king, and all our kings after him, had the chosen people digging the big mountain. Children would start carving their path from the bottom of the rock, in ascending circles, getting older, weaker, and greedier as they would vanish from the valley. Their eyes were on the summit, their hands on the hammer.
The sacrifice lasted for all our generations, till now: the White Mountain is no longer. We carved it out: it´s God’s grave.
We buried the high priest under a pyramid of gems, and left in search of a new king.“

by Pedro Rosa Mendes

Collage „carnet du voyage VII“
Kaliwa Lodge, Tanzania 


Collage „carnet du voyage VIII“

„There was still a woman who refused to leave. Theirs was the last remaining family in our ancestral lands. The woman kept nurturing the hope of rain. The drought was so severe, though, that her hope evolved into faith, and eventually into madness. She would put her traditional skirt, a wax-printed long cloth showing a pattern of the big falls upstream, and would walk her dusty plot for hours. She would sing, or pray,

I walk the riverbed, I rain my walk, I sweat my land.

When the last grain and the last leaf and the last root were eaten, her husband gave up any hope, both on land and wife. He took her skirt, and left, singing, or praying, bearing a flag with the big falls upstream,

I walk the riverbed, I dry my cry, I sweat my fight.
No living soul was behind when the rain soaked the land.“

by Pedro Rosa Mendes

Collage „carnet du voyage VIII“
Kaliwa Lodge, Tanzania


„wortimbild 012-013-014-015“

Happy are those who died without ever having had to ask themselves: „If they tear out my fingernails, will I talk?“. But even happier are others, barely out of their childhood, who have not had to ask themselves that other question: „If my friends, fellow soldiers, and leaders tear out an enemy’s fingernails in my presence, what will I do?“

Jean Paul Sartre
im 2. Stock der Galerie HERZOGBURG
Burggasse 9
9300 St Veit/Glan

22. 08. 2015, 19.00 Uhr

23. 08. bis 17. 09. 2015

Bird in Flight

Вольф Бёвиг:
«Причина, по которой я решил вернуться в Украину — я ничего не понял»

Bird in Flight
23. Juli 2015


Black.Light Project was chosen by the international jury members among the best projects of the year 2015.
Tbilisi, Georgia
May 2015

Eight screenshots of „reporting violence“ (animation of Black.Light Project) were exhibited at the KOLGA AWARD exhibition in Tbilisi, Georgia and printed in the annual photo catalogue.