A few years ago on one of psychological training I sewed the doll. From old mittens turned out cute doll with pigtails, but at the last moment my eye caught a large pink button with two holes. Without hesitation, I sewed this button on the place where should be the spout. Instead the girls turned out to be the mumps. I looked with surprise at what I created with my hands. I felt sorry for this silly naive pig which dressed up in skirt, tied bows, but this does not become a man. I named the doll with Darling and came up with about her tale. History was somehow sad. Understanding what all this is about me, came later. Initially, there were feelings of resentment, shame, anger and unbearable pain.
The process of healing the Child within oneself (“Divine child” as defined by Carl Jung) is long and painful. Sooner or later life puts every adult to have to revise their views and attitudes, change behavior, and often himself. It is obvious that in the childhood it is necessary to find the starting point of today’s problems, conflicts, emotional problems. Resentful, scared, hungry for love Continue reading
Blog Ll Sviridenko: the most Important thing in children’s portrait – children sincerity, spontaneity and ease
The most important thing in children’s portrait – children sincerity, spontaneity and ease
Photography was always my hobby, but at a certain stage of my life, it became for me something more…
I myself was born in Odessa, at age 18 he moved to the capital and entered the Kiev national economic University, the faculty of management of organizations. Being in my second year I received the gift of my first professional camera and fell in love with this the shutter sound, even then I realized that for me photography is about art and not just a hobby, that want something more. With its decision decided not to delay – after knew I gave birth to a daughter and immediately went to the Institute of postgraduate education of Kyiv national University of technologies and design faculty ART PHOTOGRAPHY. After the birth of my beautiful daughter, I am like most moms, month after month has become to capture every smile, grimace, every step, every memorable moment of their toddler. Then started to remove the other children, and with each shot, with each babe I just fell in love with this carefree, unique children’s world, in these fragile children’s images, sincere expressions of joy, surprise, delight, laughter… Continue reading
There lived one man, kind and intelligent. All he knew the measure was not stingy but frugal; with good people lived in harmony. Was his only son.
This young man nothing was like his father. To work not like and the house was not sitting. Once a week you take a look, and okay! And then with all my mi friends, the same as himself, the lazy, the time spent: with them, sometimes, and eat and drink, and they sleep.
It was a shame to the father that the son he has such a useless freak. Once or twice he chided him, and then called and said:
— Friendship is the dearest thing on earth. But you need to be friends with only those who are worthy of friendship. How well do you know your friends, son?
— How not to know, father? I, like yourself, I hope. They me not in sorrow or in joy will not leave.
— Well, if so,— says the father shows me to worry about.
As time went on. Father worked still, and her son had walked and carousing. One day he came home late at night, and my father sat silent, sullen.
— Something bad happened, father? asked the young man:
Evil happened, my son. and not from anyone I help.
— Tell me, maybe I can help!
— Say or not say — my grief will remain with me.
— Am I not a son to you? — broke out the young man.
— You’re my son, but I was destined to die, and a better one I will Continue reading