My name is Polina Smirnova, I'm russian Tuscany-based photographer and artist
In the morning, after having accompanied the children to the school bus stop, I run around the apartment like a crazy, putting the things here and there ... putting in order, that is. Then thrust into the backpack camera, tripod, guide, map, something to eat, and other things that could be useful: the stones, ropes, dried flowers, an old doll, a large rusty key ... even when I'm going to a specific place, the "programmed" one, I often stop and park on the edge of the road, because Tuscany is full of wonders: a pheasant on the roll of hay, a ray of sunshine that highlights the green field ... While I take pictures - cease to exist for me the time and space, past and future (or, at least, every thought about it), even myself cease to exist at that time between point and shoot. All the world is focused in the subject of photography, even if it's just a dried sunflower, nibbled by birds .... The time and space are reduced, giving to the object a incredible depth ... Then I lift my eyes on the horizon , I look at the hills and cypress trees and the world regains its proportions, indeed, it becomes huge, endless ... and sometimes I’m happy even with the result !! But I'm a bad photographer because I do not think about the aperture and exposure, focal length, and "how much light enters," and instead I want to remember this moment, this precise instant with all the force of the soul, with all my senses, to be able not only to reproduce the image, but revived it. Because everything around me is true, it is AUTHENTIC: sunflowers, the role of the olive trees, the old wall with cracks ... and people. My pronunciation and some grammatical errors betray me, the Tuscan accent arouses sympathy and curiosity of my collocutors. Add the camera and a cute little kid alongside. I like to chat, (as almost all the Tuscans do). The photos are only one part of the Stories that happen to me every day. It starts with: "Excuse me, is it a private road? May I take a picture, please?" And ends with hugs and laughter.
But just I thought "finally I found myself" (referring to the photography) and here I discovered that in reality the photography was only a step, another step on a road that never ends .... The Tuscan landscape, seen through the lens inspire now my jewels. They all are hand-made, using different techniques (quilting, hens-teeth, embroidery, applique) and different, often contrast materials: the precious fabrics and collection buttons, pieces of lace and poor objects, found by chance on the beach, in the fields or in the shops of junk dealers: the old fishing nets, pieces of driftwood, the branches of trees, washed by the sea.
In the morning, after having accompanied the children to the school bus stop, I run around the apartment like a crazy, putting the things here and there ... putting in order, that is. Then thrust into the backpack camera, tripod, guide, map, something to eat, and other things that could be useful: the stones, ropes, dried flowers, an old doll, a large rusty key ... even when I'm going to a specific place, the "programmed" one, I often stop and park on the edge of the road, because Tuscany is full of wonders: a pheasant on the roll of hay, a ray of sunshine that highlights the green field ... While I take pictures - cease to exist for me the time and space, past and future (or, at least, every thought about it), even myself cease to exist at that time between point and shoot. All the world is focused in the subject of photography, even if it's just a dried sunflower, nibbled by birds .... The time and space are reduced, giving to the object a incredible depth ... Then I lift my eyes on the horizon , I look at the hills and cypress trees and the world regains its proportions, indeed, it becomes huge, endless ... and sometimes I’m happy even with the result !! But I'm a bad photographer because I do not think about the aperture and exposure, focal length, and "how much light enters," and instead I want to remember this moment, this precise instant with all the force of the soul, with all my senses, to be able not only to reproduce the image, but revived it. Because everything around me is true, it is AUTHENTIC: sunflowers, the role of the olive trees, the old wall with cracks ... and people. My pronunciation and some grammatical errors betray me, the Tuscan accent arouses sympathy and curiosity of my collocutors. Add the camera and a cute little kid alongside. I like to chat, (as almost all the Tuscans do). The photos are only one part of the Stories that happen to me every day. It starts with: "Excuse me, is it a private road? May I take a picture, please?" And ends with hugs and laughter.
But just I thought "finally I found myself" (referring to the photography) and here I discovered that in reality the photography was only a step, another step on a road that never ends .... The Tuscan landscape, seen through the lens inspire now my jewels. They all are hand-made, using different techniques (quilting, hens-teeth, embroidery, applique) and different, often contrast materials: the precious fabrics and collection buttons, pieces of lace and poor objects, found by chance on the beach, in the fields or in the shops of junk dealers: the old fishing nets, pieces of driftwood, the branches of trees, washed by the sea.
contact me if you like to capture your happiness being in Tuscany! ;)
Sto prendendo gli impegni per Aprile-Maggio (le fioriture piu’ belle: glicine, papaveri, rose selvatiche, cistus, ginestre), chi fosse interessato contattatemi in privato, per mettersi d’accordo per il colore dei vestiti! ;)
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Sto prendendo gli impegni per Aprile-Maggio (le fioriture piu’ belle: glicine, papaveri, rose selvatiche, cistus, ginestre), chi fosse interessato contattatemi in privato, per mettersi d’accordo per il colore dei vestiti! ;)
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