"we do not see things as they are, we see things as we are"
A little less than twenty years, with a Pentax SV and a 50 mm, I started traveling the world, perhaps to take away from the moment and its protagonists their earthly dimension, the fragility of time, or perhaps still, to liberate time from time, trying to give it a kind of eternity.
Tireless wayfarer (Vietnam, Myanmar, Laos, India, Thailand, Venezuela, Cuba, New York, Mali, Senegal, Namibia and many other countries) to take away the indifference, the famous fleeting moment, children, homeless, artists, women, territories disappeared or destined to be forgotten.
Since then, moving between jackals and angels, I walk in the light, taking pictures not to forget, to save myself, to understand, to know my tomorrow.
My portraits are: His Holiness the Dalai Lama, John Lennon, Mick Jagger, Keith Richard, Roon Wood, Julian Beck, B.B. King, Bob Dylan, Chet Backer, Michel Petrucciani, Hornet Coleman, Julian Beck and Living Theater, Beth Hart, Carolyn Carson, PeiJu Chien Pot / Marta Graham, Nathalie Cole and many others.
Maybe because our presence on the earth is made of a sound, a frequency, a bunch of vibrations that each one of us, who can, need to give back to the world, with the best of their capacities. A photographer is the eye of who doesn’t travel, of who can’t see, of who isn’t aware and lives to tell stories of the blind in the second century, what they never saw, or what they weren’t aware of, gifting the people with the other side of the moon, the side which is only for the believers. Anyhow, photography will always be dammed, because it won’t consent anyone to record the sound of a melody, a voice and the shape of a smile: the first thing that you lose when a person leaves. This limit needs to be overcome only by having the fortune or the capacity of taking the moment, making immortal who is about to go away, or who just passed by you only for a moment. Only then, the pictures, once took, will be part of your body, they will get lost in the labirints of your brain, of your mind and of your memory. Only in this way, photography will make you immortal, avoiding your mind to think about time, your age, making it become a voice against silence: Tiziano painted paintings, which are beautiful, at the age of eighty. Even Renoir, Rodin, Picasso made their best paintings in their old ages. When we wake up, we think : Today could be my last day alive, and we look at the pictures we took in the past traveling through our young mind, but never the less, we go out in the world and take new pictures, looking through town to find new moments to remember tomorrow, with all the books we read, the people we loved, with excess, with elegance, the sweetness of a child.
Photography is this and even more
(translation by Nina Caruso©)
27.7.2017, Nizza, Consolato generale d’Italia, Volti e luoghi di Sicilia.
30.4.2016, Palermo, Palazzo Sant’Elia, Scarlet: a mega polaroid.
20.12.2015, Palermo, Bye Bye Blues, Benefit exhibition for Medici Senza Frontiere.
“Honor to know that this photo of my portrait has been selected for the benefit exibition in Italy for the international medical organitation, Medici Senza Frontiere. Lots of people need more medical support, and I am glad I can help a little bit! Photo by Tullio Fortuna.” (PeiJu Chien-Pott, Taiwanese dancer)
22.11.2014, Bagheria, Magazzini del Ferro, Trionfo della morte.
3.11.2014, Reale Albergo dei Poveri, Settimana delle Culture, Palermo, Cambogia.
5.3.2014, Bruxelles, European Parliament, Sicilia.
14.9.2013, Palermo, Settimana delle culture, Cantieri Culturali della Zisa, Nenè.