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Artist Feature- Michal Novotny
On a bit of a sad note today.  I wanted to share some beautiful, moving work by an artist/photographer named Michal Novotny.   He is from Czech and is very courageous and has captured some beautifully sad parts of society. 

I was just looking at a great emerging photographer's journal called Burn, online.  They have a pretty beautiful collection of photo stories.  I found Novotny's photo essay entitled Street Kids in Odessa .  It is really stunning.  I worked with street kids for a few years in Spokane, WA which was a really hard but beautiful time for me.

These photos are disturbing and unsettling.  I'm sorry to bring them to you.  Normally the blog is not sad.  I try to keep it delightful.  But these are just so beautiful to me this evening. They really move me, so I had to share them.

Here is just a glimpse into these photos if you have some time to meditate over the subject you should check out the whole series it really is so beautiful and eye opening.  It is thirty photos, which really give you an amazing look into these hard lives. 

"On Odessa streets, children from all over Ukraine, Moldova, Belarus, Prydnestovye and Russia coexist. “According to…official statistics about three thousand children live in the streets of Odessa. According to the words of the specialists it is just a top of the iceberg”, says Tatiana Semikop, Chief of Criminal Militia on Youth Affairs. No one has real data on the number of homeless children in Ukraine, but the country is overflowing with a third wave of child homelessness. During the first two waves of the Civil War and Second World War, children became orphans when their parents died. The majority of modern homeless childrens’ parents are alive. An awful concept has appeared in Ukraine: “social orphans,” children who in theory have somewhere to go, but who will go never there.

In the streets, children find refuge from parents’ aggression and violence or alcohol and drug abuse. The street is a complex environment where survival is an every day goal. Uniting into groups and searching for deserted basements, garrets and hatches, children create their own niches and tough rules. The cost of a mistake is life. In order to live one must eat. In order to get food one must have money. This chain of logic is acquired by homeless children from their fist day on the street. Some of them wash machines, work as loaders, do casual repair work. Others beg, becoming professional “homeless children,” and some steal. Kind “uncles” and “aunts” turn handsome boys and beautiful girls into sex-toys. Payment comes as a bottle or a dose. Obstinate children are beaten. Juvenile homeless children brighten up their uneasy lives however they can – cigarettes picked up from asphalt or a passers-by’s alcohol, drugs, glue…

What fruits will bear these plantlets, tremulously grown by deflected morals and severe distortion of normal human values? The street means illnesses, from “harmless” bronchitis and lice, to tuberculosis, infectious hepatitis and HIV. According to “The Way Home,” an organization working with Odessa street children, two thirds of street children are HIV positive. They die with AIDS in crude cellars and miasma hatches. Street children do not go to school, but not because they are dumb (though the glue does work its magic over time, and the intelligence of the child sustains irremediable losses). Homeless children do not go to school because they have nothing to put on, no books to take with them. But mostly they simply have no time, they have to earn a living."  

Quoted from Michal Novotny, in Burn.  

Michal's writing about the series is striking too.

These kids are running from something.  It is the same for most all street kids in the whole world.  If the streets are better than their households, there is something wrong there.  Oh.  If they are choosing the streets, their homes must be rough.  

Thank you for reading.  This world is an incredible place. And we humans are amazing creatures.  I am delighted to be moved, to feel strongly emotionally.  I don't want to be numb to feeling, whether it is delight or grief.

Thank you for reading.

everyday art catchup.......
I made this tonight back at the apartment in spokane.  I want her to frolic also. 

This was from on the train.  I was not super satisfied but I got very very sleepy!   So i took a nap until I arrived in Spokane at 12:30am.  sleepy sleepy

My nephew and I colored in a pirate scene at a restaurant during our wonderful family times. 
so responsible

I'll tell you what. My inclination is to want to be untamed after a period of being incredibly responsible. I've been noticiing this is ia common thread through humans. We do not like to be in control all the time. It seems exhausting and as if we have earned a time to be extremely irresponsible. I sure wish this were not the case. Often when I am in a place of regret, all the good in recent history, is discounted because of the failure... It's an unhealthy view. The scale between them is not level. I am a flaw-seer rather than a good-noticer these days and that is unfortunate. It causes my whole mentality to be off kilter and my emotions to sprint up and down hill.