PART 3 - INTRODUCTION - COURSEWORK
When I started surfing the thousands of photos I have in my archive, I realized that my way of photographing almost always led me to work as if my camera opened a window on the reality I photograph, and this was my only inclination until I started studying photography.
During my studies I began to focus more on my way of expressing myself through the camera, and it has become a medium through which to tell not only a story, but also my story.
I started to project my thoughts, my interpretations, my impressions through this "window" and even if this way of expressing myself is not yet completely natural to me, I had the first results.
Windows
In 2011 I was in New York City, and I had the opportunity to attend an event that takes place annually in Union Square, the "pillow fight":
I then took a large series of photos, from which I select three "windows".
During my stay in New York City I tried to document another reality that is typical of many metropolises, and this city is no exception: you can see a lot of people sitting on the ground, in the door jambs, on the walls, on the benches.
I created a group of photos to document this typicality and I select some of them below.
When I go around New York City, I always have the impression of being in a place where "everything happens": I think this is the reason why I am induced to behave as an insider, observe and document everything I observe .
Mirrors
For my personal choice of mirrors I have selected some photos taken in a place known and dear to me: since I was a child and even today that I turning sixty, every summer I attend a lido overlooking the Adriatic Sea, the Lido di Jesolo.
This maritime place has seen me growing, and I've seen it changing.
One day in May, last year, I took a walk and shot some photos, in which I project myself.
I saw myself as a child running on the shore to raise a kite.
This maritime place has seen me growing, and I've seen it changing.
One day in May, last year, I took a walk and shot some photos, in which I project myself.
I saw myself as a child running on the shore to raise a kite.
I saw myself now old, sitting at the end of a pier on the sea, looking at the horizon, fishing and reflecting on my life.
