About the work

This camel’s ancestors used to carry heavy loads across even wider expanses, for people who knew how to read the stars and the shifting dunes. They would have travelled for days, a slow, deliberate cadence, the air tasting of salt and sand, not exhaust. That specific hump, heavy and almost comical now, once stored the fat that sustained generations across impossible distances. Perhaps, in some deep, unthinking part of its brain, it still feels the phantom weight of a desert merchant’s bales. But here, on this asphalt, it only carries the strangeness of its own unexpected presence.