My parents were both born in 1931 and I like to think that the parents of my photographs are born that year. Imagine Hotel Room by Hopper, or Balthus’s Alice, or La danseuse du Gai–Moulin by Simenon, or Fernando Pessoa’s Poesia.
My photography has defined believe the period of my life that goes from zero to six years. When I turned seventeen months was born my sister Clara. I loved her for two years. Then she left me for my second sister Isabella. Two of them, along with my mother, represented for me a world to which I was eslcuso. My father was not there. At the age of six years I started school and met other females. Whenever I’m in love with a girl, I tried to take her away to his world.
Ten years after I became a musician, a poet at sixteen. Twenty years after I started taking pictures, to develop my film and, at night, to print my photos. In the face of a woman who for my camera took off without being asked, I felt an emotion that I did not understand right away. A few years later I stopped to photograph, to write, to make music. For my art I chose silence.
At the threshold of sixty I decided to stop hiding. Photography is what today is enough for me to live. In a world that I imagine without men.