Glass Bottles
Photographs were all I had most of my life to reconnect me with myself and the life I left behind. Italy, my family, my friends and places I had lived and visited ...a life in Italy, N.Y, California, and a short period in W.V.. All these places I had lived, visited a part of me. People I had met and I let into my heart that changed my life in some way. Photographs, on paper, in my mind. Images, visions of my past. The beauties of Italy I lived for many summers with my family and nonni. Photographs were all I had when I returned from those 3 month long summers with my friends and family in San Remo. I returned to N.Y. and it was like those friends and San Remo never existed...photographs realized the fact that I did not just dream it all up. I have so many images of people, places and beauties. Now living in this peacefully fascinating city of Montreal allows me the chance to capture more beauty and experiences. How do I manage to tell the stories my mind sees. Writing them....better yet...photographing them. I would like for once to use my eyes for more then what I have been using them for all these years. I want to merge the beauties my eyes sees with the reality of what the world is to share with everyone outside myself through a lens. My very first Camera 1 class.. It was four hours of blissful nervous excitement of thinking... can I do this? The three things that make a GOOD photograph...a subject matter...dramatic lighting and composition...sounds to me like the forces of nature.
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