In thinking about this, the work of Vivianne Sassen also came to mind. Sassen was born in the Netherlands, but spent three years as a young girl living in Kenya with her family. In her photographs, she also depicts a dreamy, slightly surreal Africa, channeling her formative years there on subsequent return visits as a photographer. Obviously these two works are coming at two very different facets of life in Africa, with very different sets of goals and intentions. But where Mosse's work is alien in the extreme, Sassen's own brand of surreality comes across to me as exceptionally human, her photographs the fragments of memories and dreams we all can relate to from childhood. This is an Africa we're not used to seeing in western art—one of subtlety, nuance, and humanity. One that Mosse's work ultimately, I think, fails to deliver.