What started as a photographic journey to a disappearing Sea evolved into an essay about water, power and deceptive appearances in this Central Asia country.
Water is precious in an arid landscape. However, while traveling East to West in the country I was confronted with unexpected patches of green. Grass is manicured in the main cities, literally: men and women in front of government buildings or tourist attractions cut it leaf by leaf.
A number of pompous fountains dot the city center of the capital Tashkent and are often present in front of austere government buildings. In the countryside, canals subtracting water to the nation two main rivers created a landscape of roadside cotton fields surrounded by deserts, but fountains are dry here just as they are round the corners of the main cities where the tourist gaze does not land.
Water always lacks where it should be.