Creation, Fantasy, Ideas…
Sometimes the dance of cigarette smoke inspires me, it fascinates me even though it’s chaotic in the air, a simple look creates a kind of exotic movement that does not like the aroma always (depending on what you smoke) but by the Brownian motion of the created images, imagined maybe even dreamed.
Sometimes good music listened to in the middle of the night gives you an excellent state of euphoria, and it does not always urge you to sleep, but to a state of meditation, a deep thinking that causes you to put your hand on a pen and to put your thoughts on a coal of paper thinking of what will follow.But what’s next?
As in the photo I really like to play with the light in the literature (I do not claim to be a writer, though I would like it) I like to play with “fire”, having in my head a fantasy hypothesis that can always lead to the discovery of the truth about the world or perhaps, why not about me.
Sometimes I can treat them as “dangerous” hobbies as if you were moving to the moving sands of suppositions, obviously never good for me, but what if?I like the challenges of madness.
Most of the time my ideas were rejected, they were not appreciated by anyone, and no one encouraged me by telling me, Okay … it was perfect, but on the contrary they treated me elusively, the way, … we’ll think, we analysis … using official language like the party.In other words, my ideas were too revolutionary for their narrow minds and did not fit into the standards imposed by some people, although we always demonstrated and argued their benefits if they had been put into practice.
Even now, with my hobbies, for example, about photography, I have jumped out of the pattern, always stating that I take photos and not pictures, the meaning of the two words being about the same, but there is a great difference in shade.
I have always liked the originality of photographs, frames of art photography, and not that common copy & paste of many photographers, or the scorching rules imposed by specialized treatises with which others scramble.What God!Rules are being infringed in many critical situations, even though I have been obeying or respecting them and have no other rescue solutions in those moments.
But most of the time, I did it, the satisfactions being great as my expectations, the cadres drawn to me only, others being totally indifferent.
Most of the times, my beautiful “muse” suggested it would be good to write, anything to write because I had talent.Well with shy steps, but I firmly approached this art, grabbing me to write something.It is as clear as if it was not mine and I cannot hypocritically assume it.
It is true that it is nice to hang on paper, thoughts, ideas, fantasies why not, hypotheses and perhaps other adventures of everyday life.
For me at least my life did not give me the chance to have what I dreamed, but still keep dreaming because I have the guarantee and know that dreams will be fulfilled and they will become reality one day.
I started stories about photography.I started taking a picture in 1983, not based on any idea what it might mean, no specialty course of technique and photographic art, but just what I read through various books or magazines.
Obviously, I took the books from the University Library, these being about movies, how to display films according to DIN (European) or ASA (American), how to fix them after exposure, development times, chemical solutions and so on.
I learned how to develop them, and how to translate them onto photographic paper and many other things, but all the notions were fierce in terms of technical details, but they did not have the ability to obtain more competent, more perfectionist manuals.
Mostly I focused on black and white photography because I found more
As a photographic camera, I bought the cheapest one from the store, a Russian SMENA 8, although there were more expensive and sophisticated Russian ZORKI 4 or ZENIT appliances on the market.
Like any beginner, Smena 8 was for me a small “Mercedes”, a small gem not separate me again.Where do I actually want to get there?
The same year 1983 was the year of graduating from the University, and after 5 years of hard work, we always wanted to “dump” all the patterns in which my other colleagues were anchored.I was finally going to present my diploma project, as it did to any State University, a private one that still did not exist at that time.
We had guidance tutors who gave us the project theme after we had been discussed before, and we were going to get on with the job, having a month or a month and a while before it was presented to the committee.
Where the standard part or an annoying pattern intervened (as I was saying) was the fact that most of the colleagues simply copied the project from a Design and Research Institute, with other data and other calculations, eventually paying and making others the project as well such as theirs, and at the end of the presentation it will be made on the boards of the teachers’ committee.
Many of them have gone much better than me through America, Canada or other countries of the civilized world.
The project that I chose at the suggestion of the mentor teacher included many interesting things from all points of view, at the end of the presentation being made atypical by exposed photographs and planes in calc, the technical details and the written part to be attached to them.
I thought the beginning plan to actually be a three-dimensional axonometric projection of architecture which will catch everyone’s attention.The question I asked myself how to do it?Money to give an architect I did not have as others did, and no one sponsored me!I came idea is a great calling in photography that grab me, so that one day I got on the University and I took some shots original impossible angles, images thus obtained to increase their scale and to fool teachers, as if the beginning plan was made by an architect.
On the market, you could find only German films of the ORWO Democratic Germany black and white, but I really enjoyed it.We used about 3 movies in 36 positions, which we developed urgently and transposed them into authentic photos with a marquee loaned from a friend.
I want to say that in the end my heart rhythm grew so loud that I was running at Marathon and I climbed it and I won it, looking at the photos I made I had exactly what I was supposed to be also impressed by the fact that you work less.
In the end, that was not the hardest part of the project, but what was going to happen.Many will say, “Give the madman what he is and leave you in the way” with me as well.On a large board I drew a vertical axis and two vanishing points that allowed me to increase the scale of the main elements in the photo is actually simplistic scheme of structural elements I needed, so a projection axonometric almost authentic.So the prospect was actually made, the paper plan was ready to be copied on the bill.And when you think it took me only three days to do this.Realizing that the idea is to implement was actually what I learned as primary notions in the early years of university studies, from an older teacher who actually teaches descriptive geometry.
Let God give him health!An excellent teacher, although at that time he was marginalized by others because of his extraordinary ideas, and why I was lying I learned a lot of good things from him.
Due to my skills in technical drawing and the fact that I had very beautiful calligraphy writing, I was surprised to see that a successful architect was envied by many colleagues at the time.Due to the applied color, it gave you the feeling of an authentic photograph, when it was actually a banal drawing made by me as I told you.
And if you have a little thought that it was designed and enlarged after a common white and black photo made by me, the satisfaction was even greater.The plan was written by my calligraphy hand with special pens to attract those who ultimately will give me the degree of engineer.
The final project had this startup drawing, and another 23 planes with a lot of technical details designed by me along with the coordinating teacher who helped me a lot.
At the presentation of the diploma project, I received the maximum mark and applause from the teachers in the committee, even though sometimes during the presentation I stumbled a bit, because of the confusing questions they had and the strong emotions I had in with the engineer diploma for which I worked for 5 years.Then I did not know what was going to happen, nor what the future holds for me, what will I do next in life, but I knew one thing, that starting from that day, ideas, creation and originality will be my determinants and points of reference for what I was going to do.
Over the course of my life, many wanted to remove me, but I was the man who, even if he was out on the door, was walking through the window and continuing what I was saying with the overwhelming overflow.
This was another episode of my life and how not to dream of something better!When I know that better times will come for me to delight my heart and lighten my soul, as the old saying of the ancestors says “Hope dies the last …”, yet I was an original guy, creative and full of ideas…always, in other words, they aren’t on the moving sands, but on a solid ground they want from all their hearts to cross, the fantasies being sometimes random landmarks….