Ok, I read your first blog entry and it was absolutely beautiful. Uplifting. I am not sure if I am a poet or a navigator, but certainly I am a dreamer. This image (dare I ask what camera you used??) is what a dreamer sees, always looking upward to the sky. It’s dizzying. I can look at it for hours.
Whatever format you are using these days, I find it interesting that you frame them to look like polaroids. Are they polaroids? I know your love and affection for the format, now forever gone (though I am sure you have a secret and much guarded stash somewhere). Is this homage?
Dear Richela, I’m very happy to read your “dreaming” words.
Yes, it’s a Polaroid. An original one. I still have some film left.
So this is just an homage to my dreams. The title says, more or less: My existence just become a fly for me.
Condivido sino all’ultima virgola.
Anche l’errore se ci fosse.
L’errore arricchisce il bagaglio dell’esperienza.
Riquadri d’autore
Ok, I read your first blog entry and it was absolutely beautiful. Uplifting. I am not sure if I am a poet or a navigator, but certainly I am a dreamer. This image (dare I ask what camera you used??) is what a dreamer sees, always looking upward to the sky. It’s dizzying. I can look at it for hours.
Whatever format you are using these days, I find it interesting that you frame them to look like polaroids. Are they polaroids? I know your love and affection for the format, now forever gone (though I am sure you have a secret and much guarded stash somewhere). Is this homage?
Dear Richela, I’m very happy to read your “dreaming” words.
Yes, it’s a Polaroid. An original one. I still have some film left.
So this is just an homage to my dreams. The title says, more or less: My existence just become a fly for me.