For me photography is like searching for the missing pieces of themselves. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time. The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory. I dream... and I think that's the only right thing to do... and I feel, and it's the only thing I can do.
My photography is becoming more imperfect day by day... honest and dirty of life, impregnated with all the suffering and the joy of my story...All imperfections are forced upon the imperfect, so the 'perfect' can live content and oblivious.
Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.... The voice of the light remains ever so faint; images quiet as ancient constellations float across the dome of my dawning mind. They are indistinct fragments that never merge into a sensate picture. There would be a landscape I have not seen before, unfamiliar melodic echoes, whisperings in a chaos of tongues...
Everything I do is for love... always for 'you'. Another story to whisper. I want to make you feel.
" She whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind.”
[una luce alla quale fare ritorno]
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Spoleto, (Perugia ), Italia