“Sometimes I don’t shoot, if I like the moment, I like it, only me, I don’t like having the distraction of the lens, I just want to stay in it.”
I can’t say exactly when this passion of mine was born…
But it dates back to when I was younger, more or less 13 years old and my grandmother gave me her little compact camera in which I still had to put the film.
I always stopped to look at the photos and try to read inside me the emotions they gave me… beautiful, ugly, restless… but always able to unleash an emotion.
Since then, moment after moment, photography has been a constant part of my memories, of the events of my life.
His photographic collages. I smile… there was a painting at home, I don’t know by whom but in the lower left corner.
There were all pieces of photography that recreated the same photo I took but, due to the limitations of a small compact camera, it couldn’t give the desired effect.
So my dad took about twenty photographs, he sent me to develop them.
Then with the patience that I don’t know where he found he cut and glued them one by one in order to have the perfect panorama.
It was a different time, now with digital everything is easier, you take a few photographs.
Then with software you join them, cut them out and assemble them effortlessly but in the end you get the desired result without the help of scotch tape and glue.
This is one of the memories I have of photography, my dad.
He always wanted to take pictures because the memory he said is one of the most important things that exist.