My Scholarship entry - Flying home
Italy | Monday, November 24, 2014 | 5 photos
I am honest, curious and restless, and so is my photography. Real beauty doesn't have to be explained nor to explain itself, it doesn't need to be decrypted or retouched. This kind of beauty is what can teach you how to stop looking at things and start seeing them, living them. Travel photography has the power to share this lesson with those who can't travel or forgot how much knowledge about the world and themselves there is in one trip. It's one amazing power, and the key to a better humanity.
Most people think that beauty can be found only in remote and exotic places, thousands of kilometres away from what they call home, and in those faces that look nothing like the one they see in the mirror. However, I constantly find myself amazed by the things I see every day, stunned by the skies I chose to live underneath and overwhelmed by the familiar looks of my close ones. I am constantly mesmerised by how extraordinary the ordinary can be.
Every place on Earth is someone’s home, and by travelling to foreign places I learned how to see my own home with new eyes every time, and realised that to someone who has never been there it is just as new and surprising like any new place is to me. I learned that home for me is everywhere I want to go back to and fills me up with wonder no matter how many times I visit: home is the place that make you fall in love a million times.
My homes are always cities lingering on the edge of the wilderness, like the people who inhabits them. Places where both humans and nature are organised by the architecture but always pervaded by a sense of restlessness and longing both for sailing away and coming back. I have a home in the North and one in the South, and this is a short story of my trip from one to the other, a few weeks ago.
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