The Altay Alps are more than geography - they are memories carved into stone. They have seen centuries of migration, resistance, adaptation, and return. The Kazakh people - across three countries - carry this mountain within them, even when borders try to divide what is whole.

Echoes of Altay is a response to loss, but also to continuity. It’s an attempt to reassemble what has been fractured - language, land, identity - through visual archives and shared remembering. I believe art can trace what official histories erase. Photography becomes my tool of reclamation, my way of honoring voices that whisper beneath the noise of modernity.

In the midst of all this fragmentation, hope persists. In the way an eagle lands on a hunter’s arm. In the way a mother braids her daughter’s hair. In the mountains, which remember everything, even when we forget.