"What makes something worth looking at or reading?" Does it have to improve a person? Does it have to give them some emotion? Does it inspire deep realization? The strangest thing is... you cant prescribe a result to art. No one experiences art the same way. A masterpiece to one, is child's play to another. So how could I possibly create something that helps everyone? ha. I am not sure I will ever be able to. But just maybe that is okay. Maybe I will be satisfied making things that help one person in some small way. Maybe it is a noble thing. To allow myself enough vulnerability to write and create for the world.
Anyway, here are some amazing images from the International Photography Awards- images that you can truly feel. One day... ONE DAY I hope to be this good.
Anyway, here are some amazing images from the International Photography Awards- images that you can truly feel. One day... ONE DAY I hope to be this good.
One Day in History. Portraits of children and youths who survived the massacre on the island of Utoeya outside Oslo, Norway on 22nd of July 2011. "I bear my scars with dignity, because I got them standing for something I believe in." Ylva Schwenke, age 15, from Tromso¸ hid by a path called "the love path". She was shot in the shoulder, her stomach and in both of her thighs.(© Andrea Gjestvang, Norway, 2013 Sony World Photography Awards)
Face to Face with a whale shark.
(© Christian Vizl, Mexico, 2013 Sony World Photography Awards)
Michael, 63 years old. Diagnosis: Multi-drug-resistant tuberculosis (MDR TB), in Kherson TB hospital, on July 19, 2011. He worked as a bricklayer on a construction site. After stomach surgery, he went for a check-up, and a doctor found spots on his lungs. After this he was sent immediately to a clinic, where he has been receiving treatment off and on since 1983. In 1995, the World Health Organization declared a tuberculosis epidemic in Ukraine. Over the past 16 years, the situation has deteriorated even further.
Pobitra Tapa mourns alone in agony, painful tears of frustration for a life wasting away, withering from HIV and a tumor in her young body. She cried, away from the eyes of her already suffering husband who has been looking after her for several weeks at the Pokhara hospital in Nepal. Losing any sense of hope, this mother of two was once an alcoholic and suspects that she got HIV-tainted blood in a transfusion years ago. Feeling alone and useless, the disease that eats up her body still allows her the strength to show firmness in front of her family but suffer a lonely pain.
Colorful field on the Plain of Castelluccio di Norcia in springtime during an explosion of blossoming. Italy, 2012.
