New York is in itself an exhibition because anywhere you go, there are people trying to express art in ways maybe you didn't even imagine. Whether it's graffiti on the warehouses or a painting gallery, or maybe just a child that buids sandcastles in Coney Island. When I came to New York, I realized that this is the kind of city where it's worth to have a camera always with you. There is always something to photograph and with the right angle and the right light, you could shoot a piece of art in the heart of the Art City.
First exhibition I saw in New York was Bodies. There was no frame to analyze there, no foreground or background. Just people that were once alive, real people that stood there for us to gaze at the amazement that is the human body. But now, these people didn't have any names, they were just human specimens, no first names or last names, just that. Impressive as it was to see inside a human body, it felt also a bit scary to see how frail we are. An amazing machinery able to adapt to almost anything, but at the same time subject to being destroyed in a second.
First exhibition I saw in New York was Bodies. There was no frame to analyze there, no foreground or background. Just people that were once alive, real people that stood there for us to gaze at the amazement that is the human body. But now, these people didn't have any names, they were just human specimens, no first names or last names, just that. Impressive as it was to see inside a human body, it felt also a bit scary to see how frail we are. An amazing machinery able to adapt to almost anything, but at the same time subject to being destroyed in a second.
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