Nomads still wander across the Mongolian wilderness. Eagle hunters, riders on horseback, shepherds and shamans walk the borders between past and present. BAATAR — hero — is a term embedded in the names of countless people and places. It is the protector, the survivor of storms — a word that withstands an unforgiving landscape, a light illuminating the human ability to exist and persist.
The sky can split in an instant, a tempest of ice and snow. Cold looms in the air, unpredictable and ever-changing. A white felt tent is the only barrier against the wind — an envelope of protection against all elements. In the liminal space between shelter and peril, incredible things are bound to appear.