About photonomy
I noticed something itching inside me since I was four years old. At high school it kept me awake up until 4 AM. I felt like a burning owl; vigilant, but scratchy. It was the itching thing that kept me biting my nails during classes, tearing my hair off and asking to hear stories from street strangers, always wondering about the "outside". The hidden things and the adventure kept my feet moving forward but the itching anxiety didn't diminished, until that day...That person, who I now thank extremely, put it in between my hands and gave me the simplest instruction, as an ancient life secret: "Hold your breath, count and ¡shoot!". From that first framing I’ve never paused, always shooting and searching and selecting, not just pictures, but stories, secrets, "hide and seek" like moments. Those pictures are my best id card, my most human feature, my very best opportunity to keep on learning about myself through other eyes. I'm not the photographer but them. The itchiness remains, I guess (and it's my desire) it'll always be there, but now my camera itches too, we both now have the same scratches. M. Beretta
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