wandering angles of seeing

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“WANDERING” GATHERS AND CONVEYS THE WAY OF WALKING THROUGH IN APPROACHING TO PHOTOGRAPHY WHICH IS INTIMATELY INVOLVED WITH PEOPLE’S LIVES, AND IS CLEARLY EXPRESSING A SPIRITUAL DIMENSION. JUST ONE STEP BEYOND EVERYDAY LIFE; ... IT SOUNDS A BIT LIKE CARTOON CHARACTER PERFORMING IN A MOVIE TOGETHER WITH REAL ACTORS. I REALIZE THAT MANY WORTHWHILE SUBJECTS ARE EVEN IN MY IMMEDIATE VICINITY.

 
It’s to me the never boring travel in the life. I find out in this journey human being is various in cultures but basically the same in its nature. I like to propose topical issues, bearer of classic timeless significance, catching the epic in everyday life. Great to figure out that usual things usually change its name to look something else, those ones unusual don’t have to; they raise eyebrows without needing to be labeled. That’s to say in order to amuse, in a turnaround, having fun. I’d like to do that revealing the insignificant rather than criticize fundamentals. That’s to me contemporary and looking forward. I do that in a narrative tone having more of pictorial echo than reportage. This “sketchbook” is a quiet investigation driven by minimal mood; this is the disposition while wandering the world of vicinity, the imagination is being captured by its diminishing beauty. We spend life in a neverending coming and going from the basic instinct of being to a subtle desire of transcending. We do that through the most precious of our treasures: Time. In this dimension people and sceneries are seemingly lighten up by imagination, just be looking for open a special door. Any ethics matches with an aesthetics, any aesthetics deals with sensitivity, any perception of life finds its own means of expression. I choose to look at it this way:
 
 

WONDERBERRY FIELDS: THE MAN WHO DAYDREAMT

wonderberry fields: the man who daydreamt

 
 

Wonderberry fields: the man who daydreamt

There are spaces being dear become places so far. Surreal storytelling: vegetables and fruits turn into colored jungle, the forest of read tales; people into characters, the run people into. These places are waiting for who’s going to visit like a foreigner finding again his past he was aware of, becoming unpossessed places to discover, the discovery of what he no longer is. Oneiric atmosphere, sort of musical piece with several scores for each of the instruments, the curtain is brought down day by day, the whole theatre dismantled and every actor disappears like a thief in the night. These places have no dimensions, here space and time have no geometry and invisible existence here is a thousand lives.