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Oleg Oprisco | on Tumblr (Ukraine)
Born in the small city of Lviv in western Ukraine, photographer Oleg Oprisсo worked as an operator at a photo lab from the age of 16. At age 18, he moved to Kiev, where he began his professional photography career. At age 23, he changed from digital capture to film.
Oprisсo is known for his beautiful and very inspired stagging: “Each of my photos is inspired by a scene from real life. That is the perfect source of inspiration for me as there is so much beauty to it. Perhaps today on your way to work, when you were observing the world around you, that was the scene to inspire my next photograph. Of course there are my own changes that I add to the reality, such as characters, props, location, and light… I am constantly involved in a search for inspiration and ideas.” (src. Seamless)
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How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep, …that have taken hold.
— Frodo Baggins, The Lord of The Rings: The Return of The King.
My mother once told me that trauma is like The Lord of The Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like, say, having to drop the One Ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathise, sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t be blamed; people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.
Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly-headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people, however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard than it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the One Ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats, and go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.
But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they were able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armour and used it to their advantage.
It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me. It is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what has been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.
— Sarah Taylor Gibson.
"Trauma impels people both to withdraw from close relationships and to seek them desperately. The profound disruption in basic trust, the common feelings of shame, guilt, and inferiority, and the need to avoid reminders of the trauma that might be found in social life, all foster withdrawal from close relationships. But the terror of the traumatic event intensifies the need for protective attachments. The traumatized person therefore frequently alternates between isolation and anxious clinging to others. […] It results in the formation of intense, unstable relationships that fluctuate between extremes."
Rise passed on today. What was surprisingly beautiful about this affair was that people who didn’t know them came forward, united in grief and love. I hope we move forward with kindness and love and always keep the memories of these two beautiful young ladies in our hearts.
매일 정성껏 물을 주어
한 포기의 난초를 가꾸듯
침묵과 기도의 샘에서 길어 올린
지혜의 맑은 물로
우리의 말씨를 가다듬게 하소서.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on Shore
i feel like i understand this quote better after i started working. i dont know how to manage my time, i dont know how to let go and relax. my understanding of what it means to have a work-life harmony is not particularly healthy.