Satwa Guna project, from the beginning
I would open my eyes and my ears passing through a dark corridor imagining myself with my eyes in the developer tray of my old man. Images with people and moods, emotions and smooth foreheads were printed in negative on the walls, colored laughs emerged from the pitch black. Often I would trip and almost fall from the holes in the decrepit road but I would not take my eyes away from my imagination. Going upstairs wasn't a problem anymore, although I counted the steps carefully I would wake up in my imagined world and the noise of my falling. Home awaited the answer to my light fantasies. We had a car battery at home, skilfully acquired, so we had light, warm and mysterious (so was the light back then).
The eyes ran between the watch and the paper in the tray, I was so tensed, as if the tray was giving birth to twins and I wasn't good enough to help it give birth.I don't know how but the white of the paper lit up the room, small, full of bottles as papers, and made me forget about the rest of the world. Than my curiosity about light, about life, about questions I didn't even knew about, started burning and turning inside me more and more each day. So ended the developing of those images imagined in every dark corner and shadow, through that white paper that took forms and gathered the words of the people. Many changed since than and keep changing. I started reading a lot, about photography, answers to my questions, about Asia, about civilizations, forms, illusions, how they lit up inside people's souls, about beliefs (here it took a loooong time) they were many and egocentric.For a while I played with my old man's cameras, but many times I would end up giving up to the technical curiosity.