In a world where we are inundated with digital images, the power of analog photography still reigns supreme. And no one understands this better than the photographer who captures hauntingly beautiful images of children who have survived war.
Working exclusively with film, I convey the resilience and strength of these young survivors in a way that simply cannot be reproduced in the digital realm. Each photograph is a testament to the human spirit and a reminder that even in the darkest of times, hope can still prevail.
From the soulful eyes of a girl who has lost everything to the defiant grin of a boy who refuses to let war break him, my photographs are a window into a world that most of us can only imagine. They are a testament to the ability of photography to tell the stories that need to be told, and to remind us of our shared humanity in the face of adversity.
Who am I? An artist, an icon painter, a jeweler, a photographer, a contemplator of beauty or a co-creator to the Creator?
As a child, my father took me with him to the development room with a dim red light, and I watched the mystery when the invisible became apparent and turned into a story. This extraordinary transition has accompanied me all my life. When I learned oil painting, egg tempera or melted metal, the memory of analog photography appeared in me. On the day when I turned 50, the war began, and I was again, as in childhood, in a dark room. Tape. Development. Print. Native smell. A new story is born through the red light, giving hope and leading to peace and love.
Always with love to you, priest, eternal punk, Abbot Aurora.