It seems like when you write, you have to put your fantasy to the test, the knowledge you have accumulated over time, the ideas, so using all the tricks related to literature, so maybe only that which you wrote be permissive and to the reader’s taste. Often the inspiration you have at that time also intervenes.
Surely you will not be able to be everyone’s taste, you will impress everyone, and you can expect a lot of criticism, some very tough, but the fact that you are still reading (actually reading what you are writing) is a the first point gained in entering and not easy, hard but sure in the hearts of many and why not on the book market.
It’s a tough market, but maybe because of your abilities, you will succeed in the difficult attempt that is literary. It is not mandatory, as somebody told me, to have made the University of Literature, but if you were as self-taught and you read a lot, and if you have real abilities to write, you will surely do the words and words in the jungle beautiful, giving birth to selected writings, criticism being beneficial many times, if not bad too bad.
Trying (not dead) is extraordinary, the more that life is a novel, often unwritten, of random images that are lost in the darkness of time. It is quite true and that literature distinguished individuals who have or had directly related to the art of writing or, poets, journalists, teachers, and many people with skills innate or extraordinary vision who litter on paper what they actually had in their heads, stories or novels, or lifetime happenings, great ideas that ultimately generated masterpieces of literature becoming so famous.
Fame, maybe it’s too much to say is often linked and chance or luck, depends on what you write. (Obviously, it is a personal opinion)
But others have worked hard to get famous, and yet they have arrived after a very long time without enjoying the celebrity, although they have managed to leave behind them chosen writings read by all, becoming shadows in the tunnel time.
This is life, but with a lot of work, you have the pleasure, the ones like a little moment, others later, but that you enjoy and still cause you to go on. But how far?
When you are young you choose a life model that will guide you for a while, be it a famous movie character or a famous character from a book that you liked very much in those times, or a character famous in the world of science, what will at one point create your personality and mold you as a man, what are you going to continue to face. That does not mean that your parents do not have a hard word to say in your training, but you in the subconscious dream of your chosen hero.
Nobody and nothing stopped me from reading as much as possible, however, there were no better alternatives at the time, but for me it was a heavenly hand and a charity for the simple reason that I loved it, and I had pleasant sensations then when I was looking at a good book.
For example, in winter and summer sessions at the University before the exams I read a lot. Being at a Technical University, I had multiple possibilities to read, and I would learn about the exams 2-3 days before. The session at the end of the year was about 1 month long, exams being scheduled for about a week. So I had time to go to the university library and borrow a lot of books, reading about one or many times two books a night.
We slept the day and read the night. I usually borrow books of philosophy, history, literature, and light police books that relaxed me a lot. The University Library knew me very well, always by its goodwill, remembering everything that was best in my library, and I often recommend some books that we do not know yet.
I was walking outside than on just one or two hours to ventilate my brain and energize me for the nights that were to follow. I did not need technical books because I had to buy them, and during classes during the year I went and wrote a lot, having the chance to remember very well, the memory helps me very hard, as it is now.
I did not have anyone, a good friend to spend my spare time, so just as I had been learning, I read, the movies did not really care about me because they were often of poor quality, not all, but those that it really feel is worth seeing either I could not find tickets or I did not have enough money in my pocket to buy, so I retired, to the passion for reading was far too great compared to other things I could do.
I had few friends, but every time I met them, I prefer not to accompany them to parties, or sophisticated freaks, or to a beer restaurant, since I did not want to scare myself without enough money to have them, I paid for my consumption even if they insisted and promised me they would pay.
You will laugh if you say I was on scholarship to the University, but the money they receive scholarship gave the cards and keep for personal needs when they arose, money party I had never more while spending on goods photographers another passion of mine.
Sometimes, I’m sorry that life offered me and other prospects or opportunities, so I tried to make the most of it even though it was meager, my soul friends making books. Now, however, when I look in retrospective of those years, I still enjoy what I did, even if my University colleagues and friends were rightly considering me as “an office mat.”
And rightly, I ask a natural and pertinent question, why did not I start writing? They do it now, but it remains to be seen how well they do.
In the beginning, there were no technical tendencies, Hmmm…some say that you are born with them, I do not know, but parents, when they guided my steps towards the future, thought to follow the technical path though I had totally and completely other inclinations towards literature and beautiful arts. But what could we do? They were the only ones who could give me financial help. Moreover, there is not the freedom I needed and which nowadays benefit young people, although they do not know how to appreciate it at its true value.
I do not want to repeat myself, but those times were pretty heavy “black” and did not have much perspective, and people were limited in thinking, not everyone, but most people talked, and not everyone had “open mind” those few in number who had been abroad, and had seen something else, a different system of thought and another conception of life. That does not mean, however, that they were not clever and clever in what they were doing.
I do not want to criticize my parents, because it is neither nice nor elegant, however, as far as I am concerned, although they have been very wrong in choosing my future, that did not prevent me from doing what I wanted but later.
It has greatly succeeded me, but I have a lot of work to do either with myself about the concepts gained over the years, or with changing them according to new life and what I want to do next. My conviction is that I will succeed.
At one point, however, as I did when I was a student, I was reading night after night, now for a more effective relaxation, combining literature with good music. What does this mean? Whenever I read at the same time listening to music, depending on what I read and the function of the state of mind that I am in those moments, listening either to classical music or crossover music, in this way creating for me a visual therapy and the audience that transposes me into a totally special world, detaching me completely from what the real world means.
The sensation is absolutely gorgeous, trying to enter the character of the novel on different tones, without perceiving the smallest noise of the real world, thus living between two parallel months, being positioned at the border between the two, with the soul in the virtual area physics in the real area. Is it crazy? Of course, not. So you create a state of extraordinary comfort, detaching yourself from everything that really means, trying to make the magic of musical arrangements, to have that mood that enjoys and relaxes at the same time.
So I try with photographic art, with photography in general, I create in my mind frames of frames either static or in motion, I set a focal point between the three dimensions, create the perspective and make the photograph (obviously mentally).
I am aware that maybe it does not always succeed, but most of the time it does, not only at the mental level but also because when you reach the areas that you want to be immortalized in the photo taken into consideration and the influence factors surrounding. At that moment I come out with the photo you wanted, it’s not very hard, all this time being linked to will and why not to vision.
The sensation is great, especially when you do not have a subject, you are looking for something to photograph, in this way from a thing that is seemingly insignificant, you realize a special photographic image, the subject having meaning, the consistency becoming a picture of art.
May 31 st / 2018