These intricate circles are all the crystallization of tears. Maurice Mikkers, an artist and photographer from the Netherlands, is the master behind these beautiful works, trying to create different tears in different situations, observing under a microscope, finding that tears also have their own "emotions", each tear has its own expression. I intercepted part of the "emotional tear". Maurice Mikkers believes we should embrace our tears, be they happy or unhappy once. They are one of the true expressions of yourself and your connection to the world.
For me, crying is the only way of expression that I rely on when I am in pain. The mottled tears on his face after crying are the "evidence" left by each pain. Over time, tears evaporate to give a salt crystal that is unevenly distributed. These crystals look like geomorphological maps: some look particularly dense in some areas, and some are uninhabited. Tears are moments in life. It doesn't stay forever. It's like the peaks or canyons we traveled through, maybe leaving some memories, but we can't stop living.
This reminds me of another photographer, Rose-Lynn Fisher, who is also an artist inspired Maurice Mikkers.
She said：“Tears are the medium of our most primal language in moments as unrelenting as death, as basic as hunger, and as complex as a rite of passage. They are the evidence of our inner life overflowing its boundaries, spilling over into consciousness. wordless and spontaneous, they release us to the possibility of realignment, reunion, catharsis, intractable resistance short-circuited. Shedding tears, shedding old skin. It's as though each one of our tears carries a microcosm of the collective human experience, like one drop of an ocean. ”
The irrefutable, 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Ending and beginning, 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Redemption, 2015 Rose-Lynn Fisher
When I saw the pattern of tears for the first time, there was a strange, almost overwhelming sense of awe. There were patterns, and there were shapes, and there were strange striations. Geometry, broken and unbroken, walls and fortresses. Bubbles, bursting apart, forming coastlines.
When You’re trying to bring words through into something that’s wordless, trying to describe something that exists perfectly well on its own. The thing with crying is that so often the very power of that moment is precisely because you can’t talk. There aren’t words with it. It’s something that’s so direct. And then, all of a sudden, there’s a release, like after a storm. The air is clearer.
These images remind me that a person's face is covered by traces of tears of different shapes and sizes, like wearing a mask, or that the whole body is covered with something, and that the real self lives inner area. "A man soaked in a big tank full of tears, a man with tears on his body."
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