"This island has no secrets, not from me. It loves me, and I love it, and when I paint my face I'm a part of the island. The swarthiness of my face hid...
Philosophy and religion - what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Philosophy and religion - what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
