Anyways, when I arrived at the cemetery of my town, natural growing flowers were non existant, then I remembered that the cementery maintance sprayed herbicide in the soil to stop them from growing. I was sad, I couldnt make my project. I made my way back home, but instead of looking down because of my disapointment, for some reason I looked up, I looked at the rooftops of houses and buildings, I started noticing a pattern, something I knew and look at it every day, but never really focused on in. Antennas, a giant wasteland of antennas, scary, but fantastic, Big metal rods piercing the skyes, trying to reach for something and never talking to eachother.
I started thinking about antennas and how they represented so much of what I have been through. When school ended and college began, all my friends took their separate ways, we forgot eachother, like those 5 years or more that we knew eachother never happend. It was sad, but I overcame it. But those antennas acted exactly like we did. They were there, so near to eachother, but every single one of them had its own house to serve, its own people, and some of them interfered with eachothers signal, but once the tv or radio signals are corrected, they go back to their own houses and act like nothing never happened. Metal beings made to catch and send info, never really minding the others, just living along side eachother.
I started taking photos of a lot of them, capturing only them and rooftops they belonged to, and never once stoped thinking about my friends. At the end I was sad, but I had a new vision of them. Intead of those cynical metal things, I saw them as something that was trully usefull and brought hapiness and company to a lot of people, they kept the wolrd informed and they brought us images of other places and people. And then I thought of my friends, on how they all had families and lives of themselves to keep, yes we were destined to separate ourselves, but thats no problem, what matters are the times we had fun and the times we cried together, and when some friends leave, others will come to, because after all, we all have our own paths to follow so there is no need to cling to the past.
'Till this day I notice the wasteland of antenas everytime I go on the streat, but I dont mind it, they arent so bad at all.
That was what photography made for me and how my first work came to be.
So...do you have any photography project to? WHats the story behind it?
