This is my story.
It took me around 1700 kilometers, and more than 30 years of my life to get to Firenze and finding myself.
It took me a walk to Arno in a torrid evening to find her and have everything revealed to me.
Just like life always does: unfolds her plans with you when you less expect her to.
I saw the young girl: drawing sketches on her notebook, pouring her soul into each mark of her pencil.
I felt her. I felt her immersing into her vocation, setting it free in the world.
She wasn’t seeing us, she was seeing and painting her story.
And I had a flash that I was seeing her as a subject for my story, and that mine is in writing.
Grateful that words and photos do exist because drawing a straight line with a ruler often challenges me 🙂
There is enough place in the world for each of us… I felt that. She made me see that.
One single story seen by a thousand people can be exposed in a thousand ways.
There can never be too much creativity and there will always be a thirst for it.
And that point in time is where my journey began.
Don’t ask me where to… I will find that on the way, one photo at a time, one writing a time.
And meanwhile, I will enjoy every bit of it, because yes, I do trust myself.
If I wouldn’t, everything would be lost, and I am here to gain it all.
Thank you, anonymous talented lady…you showed up on my path to reveal my own path.