Hailing from Mongolia or a place known as the end of the earth to some, these emerging artist-photographers are questioning the very identity they have been prescribed. How does a role of a Mongolian identity “perceived” to the world? What are the possibilities of visualizing a wide range of elements within this defined identity? How will the stereotype both strangle and set free at the same time? How could these stereotypes be challenged and questioned? The first 30 years of democracy came and gone.  Stuck in a cement jungle of one city for the most of the year, while having a landmass as big as 1.5 million sq kilometres. Forced to reduce the size of your creative ambition, because the audience doesn't get it. Because the size of your dream is based on the amount of money you have in your pocket. The future is inspiring in print but bleak in reality. Every four year, politicians rally to make things better.  They build roads and shiny buildings go up. But they never look into them, never listen without an agenda.  Then the virus came in, we locked our borders. Still stuck in and out. No one can leave or arrive. People say: “they are young, angry, confused, lost, rebellious and annoying”. I say: “they are insightful, artistic, contemplative, defiant, sharp and just very hungry for space for expression.” Though never exhibited, experimental in nature and six personal series exploring the angst, the joy and the momentary lives of young urban Mongolians.