Moussa Traoré

Moussa Traoré dives daily in the Niger River's shallow channels, collecting river lobsters which he sells at local stalls to support his bustling household in Bamako. To claim a sense of personal space in his crowded living situation, he writes his name on the bottom of every enamel plate he eats from. His dives are haunted by the rhythm of windshield wipers from his walks to market, which he dissects like music, counting beats as he worries about the wear on his knees and the river’s future bounty.