It’s hard to tell you what I feel every time I see my photos as a result of a wedding. It varies so much. There are days I’m really satisfied, others I just fight against my photography, but a constant question is: Do these images show who these people are?
That’s the main point for me. Photographing people is not make something programmed, liar, unlikely. It needs to be real, definitive. My art is so simple, in this sense, that I’m actually afraid sometimes, of being too simple: to create real images, definitive ones.
Definitive is the word to describe what Ci and her mother have between them. It’ll never change. It’ll never stop being. As definitive is that moment when at 6 o clock in the morning she’s flying, arms wide open, ready to dive at the pool and in life. That’s what we should do everyday, isn’t it? To jump, to dive.
She flies to embrace the day that’s rising, after having got married to the love of her life at a beautiful and sacred place, having spent the night dancing and receiving love from people she wants around them.
Definitive is when you look at the love of your life’s eyes, right in front of you, deep into the eyes, and say out loud, with any freaking shadow of doubt, the reasons to be with him for the rest of your days. It’s the same when in the middle of the night, moving your arm, you whisper at her ear “i love you”.
In the end, who finds love, finds oneself.
Loving is definitive.