How
many times must I remind myself that I am a photographer?
Who knows, to be sure, what it takes to be a photographer?
At the risk of disenchantment, I have not elaborated a particular
theory about this. I only know I am filled with bliss when I photograph
the men and women I come across.
It seems to me that it is the discreet work of Love and that I am,
for the moment, the eye and the finger of its masterwork.
I was chosen to do it. For this, I am grateful. It was my dream. Thank you.
giovanni agresti fiumara
September 2003
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