My personal photographic evolution was born from my father’s vision when he reveled in passion with his camera during some Sunday outings or some important parties.
From a young age I observed him in the careful application of this tool and engaged in the study of classic poses with the end result that my mother always came in the same way in all the photos.
These were the years of‘70, years of change, of struggles, of austerity, of economic labours for a worker.
Everything that had value was untouchable to the quick hands of a ten-year-old boy, as was his camera, bought with many sacrifices and savings. I couldn’t even touch it because if I had unfortunately damaged this, we would no longer have been able to buy a new one.
One day, still early enough, my father is DEAD