Existing Member?

Into the BR 040

My Photo scholarship 2011 entry

Worldwide | Tuesday, November 8, 2011 | 5 photos


I am Rita Matera.
I started taking photos years ago, pursuing a way to make a moment everlasting.
It became particularly important when I started travelling by myself.
Travelling for me is a catalyst of life itself; it provides experiences one wouldn’t have if staying at home. Photography allows sharing those experiences with others, who probably wouldn’t be able to sense these experiences in other ways.
For me, photography is also a means to keep memory alive. I always try to capture a moment as I see, hear and feel it, striving not to violate its original essence. The fact that post-production should be kept to a very small level in this contest, was an important aspect for me, since I always make a great effort to get the best image through my lens and not through software.
I have quite often been impelled to go somewhere by a picture I’ve seen. Just the same I have always felt driven by adventure. In my photographs, I need to bring back what I myself or others were living in that instant.
Participating in this scholarship would represent an extraordinary opportunity for me to learn how to capture one moment in time, relying on the actual conditions of the place and making it work out with, probably, limited equipment and not the “ideal” light. Moreover, I imagine there will be a team supporting all the work in the field, which involves a different system of taking pictures that is very appealing to me.
Therefore I am more than willing to assist Jason Edwards, carry the equipment for him, hiking with it on my back and, most of all, learn from him.
Memory is not always reliable; it distorts, fades out or even erases reality. I wish I can travel around the world in the future. But, mainly, I want to be able to capture with my lens the volatile instants carved in my memory.

About round-and-round

Lunch was being prepared when we arrived. We were greeted with open smiles and Henrique was asked if he still liked chicken with “corante”, a kind of paprika - he certainly did. The “corante”, which literally means coloring, gets its name from the intense coloring it gives to the food it garnishes. It was grown in the backyard.

Follow Me

Photo Galleries

Where I've been

My trip journals