Tangible Evidence of Emotion

There’s more than one world out there, more than one reality. More than one dream, emotion, silence. There’s one world for each one of us, with a time and space of its own. I’ve always thought of photographs as the prints of life, little still fragments of personal information, pieces of our own world in the world. I’ve read somewhere they are the tangible evidence of memory and emotion, and I would add they are great story tellers, too. There’s some kind of magic involved, something quite difficult to explain that happens when you take the time to observe a photograph, whatever that frozen image is, it will move you, will evoke something, will make you feel, remember, wonder. Photographs tell a story but at the same time they leave just enough mystery for your imagination to find it.

Photography to me is a connection between reality and dreams, a communication between the inner and outer worlds. And its documenting aspect really captivates my interest. It’s the only subject I wouldn’t want to go back in time to do it again as a way of doing it better, photograph the same subject but in a “better” way – if that could be said – which always happened to me while studying graphic design, I wanted to re-do the projects I’ve done the previous years, but from my new acquired vision. I believe photography is more intuitive than theoretical, more experimental, raw and natural, perfectly imperfect. It is a mystery and I enjoy discovering always new things, layer by layer, there is always more to learn, no matter which point you think you’ve reached, there’s always more to explore.

I like to think of my work as a journey, and a journal, a diary that documents the history of life, happening, changing, its never ending process; its own essence inevitably mixed with my own. I enjoy too much photographing people, feeling the energy of their interaction and being able to peek into their souls, I like becoming their witness. And on the other hand I’m very drawn to silence, I love photographing the calmness of this noisy world, the little details, what remains unseen at first glance, the life in the quiet (not so) empty spaces, nature and all its moods. I’m quite obsessed with sunlight and the slow motion of the last rays of the day, with the sound of water, animal’s fur and the dance of the wind with everything that touches.

Lately my fine art photography has been more focused on creating book projects, they’ve started as journals with a common theme, and in the process – which is the part that I enjoy the most – I’m finding different ways of telling the stories.

Time can stop for a second and float between the pale yellows and blues. That light has the power to ease me. Can the soul be one with the water? Little pieces to remind me that it’s ok to disappear sometimes, with no need to fill the spaces, be the empty one to absorb it all again. Can these be the words for my image-story above? What would your images tell about you? Which one would be your story, your own personal world in the world?

Images and words courtesy of Guest Blogger / Honorary Sister Romina Bacci of photos stories feather & dreams and the etsy shop Miles of Light.