In this time of image proliferation, widespread obsession for selfie, hard competition to find some space to be seen shown and sold, where we can travel or at least have easily contact with the rest of the world, I’ve asked myself: which is the place of the photographer?

Which is the place of the photographer while he’s captured by reality and feels the need to make his recount? When he enjoys art or when he himself tries to create it? When he simply wants to show and tell his everyday life? Where am I, myself, when I feel touched by other cultures and I try to understand and express this feeling? Where am I when I feel overwhelmed by the hyper-production and I meet this kind of global and contemporary issue?