| Introduction 
          by Helen Buttfield When you know what 
          a photographer chooses to look at, you have already learned a great 
          deal about him. "Those little rectangles," as Roy Stryker 
          so perceptively referred to photographs, tell us the rest. Joseph Sywenkyj, 
          who is still a very young man, has already chosen to enter a world that 
          most of us choose to avoid: the field of human suffering. His first 
          essay, in black and white, was a meditation on the suppressed, hidden 
          lives of two autistic brothers, whom he photographed with tenderness 
          and great intelligence, using his lens to penetrate their silence.
 Now he has taken on the darker, more dreadful silence caused by our 
          ignorance of the suffering that has resulted from the explosion at Chornobyl 
          in 1986. He has done this by returning to the country of his fathers, 
          where both the language and his long familiarity with Ukrainian traditions 
          have been his allies. His photographs from the hospitals and orphanages 
          he visited oblige us to see, as if we were standing there ourselves, 
          the cruel deformations that radiation has imposed on children's bodies 
          and to feel the pain they cause. How can we bear to look at them? Because 
          his photographs also contain a terrible beauty that sustains us as we 
          take in their truth. Perhaps it is the painted blue wall that appears 
          behind one boy, his spine so curled backward that he seems to be rising 
          from a sea of infinite blue.
 
 In another we see a field of cots with four boys, each in his cot, each 
          body twisted, each wrapped in his own pain. We see the first one, then 
          a second, and a third and finally a fourth, younger, still able to sit. 
          And we experience them one at a time, directly, each an individual bound 
          in his own world. In a third, easier to bear, the linked figures of 
          two attendants create a living circle that encloses a tiny infant as 
          if to protect him, lying prone and helpless in the radiant light. The 
          nurse in white, as graceful as a Botticelli goddess, seems in her beauty 
          to be a figure that absorbs and even transcends suffering.
 
 Ukraine is also enduring one of the worst HIV/AIDS epidemics in Europe, 
          where the region's stumbling economy and dysfunctional health system 
          make it impossible for most of the sufferers to afford the medication 
          which could ease their pain and keep them alive. Sywenkyj, working with 
          Doctors Without Borders and other humanitarian organizations, has responded 
          to this crisis with equal passion, using his camera to reveal not only 
          the sufferings of the victims but the courage of others working to change 
          their despair into hope.
 
 Photographers like Joseph, who can look steadily at the unbearable, 
          have a tremendous power, the power to capture images that convert ignorance 
          into awareness and fear into understanding, without which there can 
          be no change. Fortunately for the world, in the hands of such strong 
          and compassionate photographers these images are, as Roy Stryker said 
          so long ago, "one of the damnedest educational tools ever made."
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