Moussa Diarra

Moussa Diarra spent decades working with his hands, starting each day before sunrise. His work pumping septic tanks and mending pipes has left him with a deep understanding of the quiet rhythms of his community in Bamako. Ownership is a subtle form of rebellion for him; from an early age, he learned to etch his name on every possession. A man deeply rooted in the texture of his city, Moussa finds strange, profound beauty and melancholy in touching objects that once belonged to the deceased.