Portraying me, what a trouble!
Let someone portrait me has always been a terrific trouble to me. I clearly remember the last photo I posed for gladly, I was five and my daddy pictured me in black and white, lying on a scented wheat field. Deep black hair, two long braids and a bright and clever look, I intensely loved that photo, especially later when I didn’t bear to see me in a picture anymore. They’re proverbial my instant escapes in front of the lens, the little portions of me coming out from people and objects I used as makeshift screens… Nothing much has changed today, being photographed is an experience I live with a sense of duty and sacrifice. I admit I suffer from being unable to look at me with ease. That’s the reason why to pick out a photo where I don’t demolish each detail of me, that I can show with joy and truly representative of me well, it’s a big big trouble. So, as I can’t keep at bay my excessive auto-criticism, I thought I could call you for help, you who read me, you friends who value also the flaws of my face, you who visit my blog being interested in my art and wanting to know what the person who realizes it looks like. Here there are some selected photos (among the few I have of me). Among these I look for the most appropriate to represent me in this site and the other connected pages. Want you to express your preference through a comment at the bottom of this post? I’m not objective at all about me, help me to look at my image with different eyes and, above all, to choose enjoying it!