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| Father's handcart Jagalchi Market, Busan, Korea 2012, 09 Photo by John Kim
I made this photograph a year ago, in Jagalchi market, Busan, Korea. It was 5am, the day before thanksgiving. I went to the market alone to take pictures. I wanted to take pictures of people preparing a daily task. As an industry, labor is hard work. It is so laborious but it can be so beautiful.
In Korea thanksgiving is a day of meeting all the family. They gather at the parent's home. Each talk, "how are you”, "how was.....?", "when will you marry?", "did you get a good job? Everyone is so happy and comfortable, and romantic. We give thanks for harvesting, thanks for god, thanks for parents. For this reason I decided to take this picture. The man, carrying something somewhere in the early morning. His son might be asleep. Might... but he couldn’t sleep. He woke up early and went to his work ground. He had to earn money by carrying things.
At that time I didn't know him but I felt his emotion. Because I have a father. Also my father might feel such emotion. I could identify. Many media had been describing only the mother's life, not the father’s life. So I tried to take this picture to represent the fathers struggle. We can see a father in this picture. The man might be someone's father. Carrying something that is so heavy on his shoulders, his back becomes painful but he has to overcome it, and has to go back to his family. To me, my father represents home. He creates our home like all the other hardworking men.
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| Milton Photo by Andrey Moreira
Music. This is the picture of a masterpiece of Brazilian music, perhaps of global music. A
great album that translates the musicality of a people, their influences and their culture.
For me, listening to music is the best way to travel without actually going anywhere.Nothing is better to bring me back home than the music of the greatest artists of my lovely Minas Gerais, Brazil.
Milton Nascimento is a musical phenomenon on so many levels that is hard to explain.
His voice gives you chills; his music enters through veins, flows up trough your body and
goes to the brain. It warms your heart and heals your pain. Makes me remember my
people, my family, my friends and the good moments of life. This is my transport home.
Written by Andrey Moreira 
Home to me is; family. This picture is of
my home-stay family. They are always looking happy. They have big, loud, good
smiles and they are satisfied. In your home lives your family. Your family
always cares for you and protects you. Family understands you. When you fail to
work, your family is always there for you. In your home, who do you eat dinner
with? The answer is: family. Home is a warm space and a resting place. Humans
can’t feel home with out the thought of other people. You live and you die with
your family. Family represents ‘home’ to me.
Written by BoYoung Kim.
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