BY Lisa Lindblad
October 22, 2010
Poised between two worlds: the sedentary one of village and farm, the other, on the hoof, across an ocean of sand.
If the desert appears empty, sterile and naked, to the nomad it is a library of signs. Using its fine mosaic of wind, water and animal tracks, as well as the vestiges of past lives – pottery shards, arrow tips, rock paintings – he navigates its hostile, thirsty vastness.