Hope by Bartłomiej Śnierzyński
Yelizaveta Hopatsa completed her first year of clinical psychology studies at seventeen. She loves to read, is meticulously thorough, and has a perfect memory. She came to Poland with her mother for safety and to earn money for their family who remained in their beloved Ukraine. She is our neighbor. We provided the girls with individual and group counseling, took them on a tour of Poznań, explained the Polish law and tax system, helped them start their own businesses, and finally, invited them to a photo session. "It was the first time I felt like a woman since the war began," one of the girls said, capturing the essence of our project. We aimed not only to separate them from the war trauma and isolation but to show that they are not anonymous refugees or exiles. They are our neighbors, each with their own story and past. The AITWAR Foundation's project "How to Find Yourself HERE" aimed to help Ukrainian women become more active professionally and socially. It was financed by the City of Poznań with funds donated by the nation and government of Taiwan. These are our heroes. Yelizaveta Hopatsa is one of the 23 sessions completed for @fundacja_aitwar.
Bartłomiej Śnierzyński
Born in 1983 and based in Saint Lazarus, Poznań, Bartłomiej Śnierzyński is a dedicated portraitist and documentary photographer. His work is defined by a profound fascination with the passage of time and the evolution of human life, which he captures through a lens focused on raw emotion and authentic beauty. Through his ongoing projects, he continues to explore the intersection of personal narrative and visual storytelling, establishing himself as a thoughtful observer of the human condition.
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Expert Photography Reviews · 3
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There is a particular silence that belongs to the mud. It is not the silence of the forest or the heavy, muffled quiet of a snow-covered field. It is a patient, waiting silence.
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I remember the look in my sister's eyes when she was seventeen, surrounded by stacks of textbooks taller than her bedside lamp. There is a fierce, beautiful seriousness that belongs to youth when it first realizes that the mind is a tool capable of healing the wounds of others.
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There’s a quiet dignity in how that sandpiper navigates the mud, but I find myself searching for a pulse. I’ve spent my life looking for the flicker of a soul behind the eyes, and here, there’s only distance. It’s technically sharp, sure, but it’s a bird, not a person. I don’t feel the weight of a life lived. It’s a beautiful scene, but it doesn’t invite me in. I’m left standing outside, looking at feathers.
Most would have packed up once the light turned flat, but Śnierzyński clearly stayed until the mud and the bird became one. It’s a quiet, stubborn piece of work. I’ve spent enough hours in tidal silt to know that sandpiper didn’t just wander into frame; it was invited by a photographer who refused to leave. It’s cold, it’s patient, and frankly, it’s the first time in months I’ve felt a genuine shiver of envy.
The frame’s geometry hinges on the sandpiper’s placement against the mud’s horizontal grain. It’s a precarious balance. The negative space doesn’t collapse; it forces the eye toward the subject’s singular, sharp silhouette. I’ve grown weary of nature photography that relies on sentiment, yet the structural discipline here is undeniable. The tension between the bird’s mass and the expansive, muted tonality holds the picture plane together. It’s cold, precise, and frankly, it’s a relief to see such restraint.