Intense, paradoxical, romantic and dreamer. Throughout my life I felt, too felt, and still feel. On the other hand, I was always repressing the expression of these feelings, which led to a profound lack of self-confidence. Lost the taste, the fun of creating by creating...
Today I am an adult, no longer possible to avoid the inevitable. During my childhood and adolescence, when commenting about my writing, my drawings, my films and my pictures, I was always used to say: I don't know how to write, I pretend write, I can not draw, I pretend draw, I do not know how to compose, I pretend compose, I don't know how to paint, I'm just pretending paint, I do not know how to shoot and edit, I just pretend to shoot and edit... and knows what is the truth? In the middle of so many phrases that can be born of a modest nature, no matter, this resulted in the loss of my identity.
If I am a writer, actor, designer, painter, director, photographer, artist? I do not care anymore. I'm just someone who wants a better world, and I'm refering not so much to the outside world, but to my own particular universe. I need to learn how to break the shackles, killing the Executioner before he kills me. Enough of repressions, enough self-criticism, my worst enemy is the perfectionism, and I'll change that.
If you've read this far, now understands why I want to carry on in a photography social network, after so many years. A lot has happened to me in the past, and in this metamorphosis that I am, I will follow head on. This is me.