Rama Lopez Seco
Rama Lopez Seco
I was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, il 28 Agosto dell 1949. Burgois Family with house in the residential outskirts of the city and a big farm for catle.120 km away.3th of 8 male brothers. study with easy but not interest in cristian schools. Statedr stuying as an Agronomer but interest in photogr
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Then, if I find a picture that I really like I try to find a match, or a complement, to tell some story or develop some idea. Some times it take days or months or years. Some times is inmediate. Here we go with an inmediate one.
Snail is resting, transformed into a little house in Carlo's place. I walk the hills, take photographs, chant, read, make plans, pass the winter in Puglia. It is rainy but not to cold. Carlo's trullo is beatifull.
I was in Umbria when Gerardo called. Said he found a nice place to open a cultural center in Puglia. Puglia was calling me since a few years and I tooked as a sign. I started down. On the way we (Snail and me) stoped in Matera to take some photos. I took the pictures and Snail rested in a parking lot. Then we whent down to Ceglie Mesapica were Gera
I whent to Rome to take some photos. I was feeling doing stations. I have allways been inspired by them. The fast pace. The temporary sense. The freedom of depart. The espectation of anknown future. Paradox of life? I came back to the olive field, at Forano, feeling seek Before going down I worked on the photographs. I liked some. . SUBTERRANEAN LI
Night in Roma. I was going in a bus and the guy in the bicicle was going in the same direction but slower, I try to keep focus on him wile passing. I was thinking this is life, The worl is moving and so do we, but the speeds are different. We try to get focus in the world and the world on us but there is allways some blur. Sometimes the blur is nic
Carlo is a good, sober person. He didn't know me a few days ago and now he left entruthting me hes house. He is vegetarian, a good cook and an exelent painter.
When you travel and you see you getting close to the end, before you arrive, you prepare your things and make everything tidy, to be sure you don't forget anything and not to be in anxiety when the train tuch the station. This life is a voyage were the vehicule is this human body. We are the passanger, the spirit soul and we, the passanger have to
I stay in a little building that was constructed as deposit for the farm. I transformed a little. Build a better sistem for the fireplace,. Now does not smoke and heats enought to make it inhabitable. I take a bath outside with hot water and cook in a little stobe I bought in the local store. Olive picking is finished and the oil is ready on 5 lite
Matera is a very old and impresive town. Many of the houses of the old city had been carved on the rock They call it "i sassi". The light was flat and the prospective of a good photo null. When I was leaving the late afternoon sun came trough the clouds and the city shone bright.
In every big city of the world there is a paralel dimention, sometimes visible and other times not. I will start with the visible, known and then I will go further away to the subterranean, invisible world.