27 Luglio 2010
The tpw week has come to an end. It is very difficult to write about this experience. I am only going to say that this is one thing everyone should do, especially and above everyone else individuals that are not photographers.
As a matter of fact we never speak about photography, we speak for days and for twenty hours a day on how to be able to speak about ourselves in a transparent way and perhaps sincere, on how to walk on the edge of the abyss which takes us on the path to break down that boundary which keeps us from flying away.
I would have a thousands things to tell you, a thousand phrases (marmo, ddc, d, b, m…), thousand words, thousand laughters, thousand tears. It is difficult though, impossible. It is maybe better to leave some space for toni’s words, whom he honoured us with his presence. Or with francesca’s story.
Even better perhaps is to leave some space for the images done by my “seven capital someones”, my seven wonderful students (one has to love his students, so that empathy connects…) which have done seven wonderful projects.
Lets leave some space to their images:
22 Luglio 2010
not dead, alive stop
full in TPW stop
Without any coverage stop
Track of the week “winter call” by kula shaker stop
Phrase of the week by the super sicilian calogero “to be perfect you are only missing one defect: me” stop
We are loosing at volleyball stop
Little photos, retouches and text all done on the iphone from the square centimeter where there is reception stop
Tears and blood stop