… I was lucky to have been born, right after that , they painted me, to even look more beautiful.
Later they were filling up all the drawers in my moral wardrobe.
And with all this I undertook a journey, accumulating the memories I was going through.
To me, the most important things are those that appear suddenly without being invited, … and which are the ones that make us finally take our own path ..
I have been asked to illustrate my biography with photos. Photos are many things, but above all, they are the way others see us, so that they finally end up being a trace of life.
We are many things, we are even the things that are left out, but what preveals is all that stays in the memory of those who observe us.
… I am an observer, I like watching, I create memories, and I also want to create sensations, … and all that may make sense to me, but that time will put it in the right place.
And that is the spirit of my biography, … an attempt of being.
“If I could tell the story in words, I wouldn’t need to lug around a camera.” Lewis Hine
… the photo wants to represent a journey through the early days of memory, to me the fundamental ones, because those are where our moral structure gets built, in our conscience, through education and all the a prioris of goodness and evil, with which society, the one we consider ours, is inoculating us day by day. Memories arise from the dark and the evanescent.
I entitled it. “… I”, and it is the approximate and possibly wrong representation of the fences I have had to jump.