When we were children we loved to pick flowers from the gardens along the native street where we gathered young and old always laughed and played until dawn on their happiest days.
I loved those smiling days in which I gave my all to see a few children's leagues. in comfort.
I decided to describe to you with a few shots of a village a little silent but always so amazing.
How when I got out of the car I remember the cat I knew, which I fed every day with a slice of bread and a little cream from my grandmother home-made and childhood was wonderful.
There are some moments in childhood when you believe in miracles, how I want people not to spoil in continuing to believe in the miracle at night, to wish with trembling in all our souls that all our wishes come true now.
Naively, perhaps timidly, I say that until I trusted the child in myself for an hour, I might not have the courage to share with you.
What do I feel now and what do I see. The photo I share here is my first attempt and I hope it's a hammer ha ha
And on a cart how I loved to ride and give a voice to the horse and wherever I went was always interesting to me. The most curious child on the cobbled streets how we walked with a horse or without a horse we were still brave is what happened now we have always strived for everything so perfectly and we have forgotten the childishness in ourselves.
Under the big blue sky I loved to walk as a child to laugh, dream and think about the paradise that my grandparents created in fairy tales until the end of the evening.
The moments when we lay down on the beautiful green grass and counted the ladybugs in the beautiful day in the sun. The sun lit up the day and we sang in delight a cheerful song that reached all the way to Mars ha ha
And the tree how to collect stories in the forest to tell about the heavens.
The walks filled with laughter had no place even for fear. Grandpa accompanied us on our walks. I have a good story to tell the world.
I remember the days when we went out only for firewood, it was cold outside, but at home there were a few oranges for the burning stove and at home there was a scent of happiness that is created only with coziness. I show the love of my grandparents.
And when I was a child, my grandmother taught me that as soon as you have my faith, the world will open up before you. That faith that sprouts in you and after each new knowledge I discovered a new sunrise under the sky. to notice the beauty in the little things. Imagination to have enough to accept the way the world is. Objectively, maybe through a different prism I present myself in a different style every time, but here I decided to dedicate shots from a village with a fairy tale
The moments when you walk and enjoy and look back and forth and remember how nice you spent your childhood here and how rich you are. To see and appreciate the beauty in the love of truly beautiful things even in the countryside. Maybe a meadow maybe a weeping willow for a work that knows how to appreciate everywhere and sees the art around it in everything. Let me sit for a while and read a story that predisposes you to the atmosphere of the rural idyll.
Under an old house, remembering how I played, I loved to develop my talents there with a laugh, how much I saw the world and realized that nature is one of the most beautiful things. every time I was amazed when I stood in front of the good old house.
I felt at home there and this is not a place but a feeling in a girl's soul. I feel love when I smell the smell of flowers and I smile with trepidation in my soul now.
To trust what the soul feels like the gift you are given is to see things so colorful so scarlet. Imagination is a gift from God that we must appreciate because personally I would not feel so full if I did not express my emotions so freely through the prism on one lens. The detail is important, I guess for you too, but I fall into ecstasy when I see an amazing blue sky asking for a picture, maybe two.
When I was little I felt a little different from the other children and I preferred to carry the wood with my grandmother and help her with the potty. I was in it and I felt the magic of the frame rich in imagination, but I didn't know how to express it in front of the lens. I shot freely and everything that falls before my eyes and then I went to my grandparents and they appreciated my young imagination.
I photographed bugs and other things but I loved to photograph animals ha ha since I was a child I have a special connection with them which I wanted to express in front of the camera what potential you have to create art with horses for example whether to paint or photograph them they are such majestic animals and me lead to active inspiration even while riding I love to shoot no matter how risky it is ha ha but I will share this in another post further thanks.
To photograph the green leaves of the trees and count how many branches each has and how it is strewn with different leaves in shades of color. Each season has its own individual beauty that I will try to recreate in front of the lens and although you know live everything is so different. But it makes us appreciate and thank you for what we can recreate for the audience. Here I will step timidly and share that my inspiration to shoot started from my village. and start creating.
With a beam of light coming into the upper corner, I played with the shadows, whether in the frame or in the picture, and it gave me motivation that no matter how long I was on target, one day I would be confident. When the wind blew my hair sitting next to the church I studied the world, maybe I was the most curious child so far. I opened my imagination for so many things, in my opinion, this is our language to describe the emotion with which we see the world through the lens that is our eyes and the sensuality of all our senses.