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Little pieces of us
When I was still not even a teenager, I lost my mother to breast cancer. I still remember the night she died vividly, its an image etched in my mind that will stay there for a long time. There are other images too, of happy times and of sad times, memories that were strong enough to survive. However, as time passes, these memories fade. This is probably good on some level, but it also robs us of the fundamental building blocks of our life.
After my son was born, I realized that this would continue. As time passed, small details that gave me joy were forgotten, evaporating away, their place taken by new memories that inevitably also faded away. I realized then that it was up to me to try and collect these little pieces, to give them a permanence that my memory could not.
And so my collection began. Trying not so much to chronicle important dates and events, birthdays or visits to a doctor. Instead, I wanted to capture images that communicated the feeling of the moment, a drive home in the pouring rain, or a moment of uninhibited play.
Photographs: Rafal Pruszynski
Website: www.flickr.com/photos/jinju/
Thanks for checking it out Michael, it was a blast, internet in the real world.
I’m sure it’s just the beginning.
Sorry for intruding but I find this thread rather interesting.
Primary wife? A tool that we use to channel our art?
Pal, you either have not found the one yet (and possibly never will with that mentality) or you have been hurt way too much by a lady that put HER life before you.
Usual comment of men who can’t find a balance in life as partners/artists/professionals.
Sorry. Also, don’t forget that practice may make us technically skilled but ART is either within you or it is not and does not ask for you to inflict pain onto others. When we have to ditch everything else life has to offer to produce something, we are nothing but flaws of human nature.
This is an absolutely fantastic series.
Wonderful essay!
Raw and the photos transcend your own personal story. Bravo.