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Writer's pictureRiccardo Pedica

Why do I photograph?

It is difficult to explain when my passion for photography began, probably even before I was born, according to what my father tells me


Legend has it that while my pregnant mother was losing her water, my father was locked in the darkroom, concentrating on the chemical elements to make the images he had taken a few days earlier appear on film.


My mother upstairs with a broom was banging on the floor to get my father's attention and convince him to leave for the hospital.


It was only after minutes of my mother's insistence that Papa realised they were in an urgent situation and went with her to the emergency room.


The correct question should therefore be how could I not photograph?


At the age of 2 I was walking around with a small toy camera, one of those with 3 or 4 pictures that go round and put your eye in the viewfinder and show you typical tourist places, Taormina Greek theatre, click Giardini Naxos , click Gole dell'Alcantara.


At 7 I managed to complete the Mickey Mouse camera by patiently buying all the July issues of the famous comic strip and building my first real camera.


At 10 I took part in my first photo competition, winning the youth section, yes it is true that I was the only youth, but I still won a beautiful trophy that is still on display in the living room of my house.


Having an amateur photographer father in the house inevitably influenced me, but above all, his commitment to popularising photography is what marked me out.


For 15 years, my father held free photography courses at the secondary school in my town: Fabrica Di Roma.


Every Tuesday, 20 children between the ages of 10 and 13 took part in the photography lessons held by my father, discovering the components of the camera, framing, and beginning to take their first shots, exploring one of the many career or hobby possibilities for their future.


I also attended those classes one year and I still haven't got over the embarrassment of having my father as a teacher and not knowing what to call him, prof or dad?


With such an environment it is difficult not to take pictures, the cameras and film in the house were numerous and for me first and my brother later they were our daily game.


Taking pictures has always been a natural act, I have never asked myself why, I have simply always done it.


But now the time has come to investigate a little deeper to understand a little more about my connection to photography.

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