08 May 2013
Class: 1985. Eyes: nomads. Power supply: poetry, art, languages, travel. Location: his shoes. Dreams Details: patent new language of the soul. Job Title: expressionist free. Let's talk about Elena Cambria. Poet, photographer and traveler.
Behind is already outlined: three personal photographs to Spazioriginale of Milan, the ZOOart of Ortona and the Literary Cafe in Rome in 2012, and a text of poems, Ridiculous-mind, published in 2010.
But let us leave aside the "eye mirror" because Elena is so "sad but very vitalist, with two forward-facing eyes and wings to the mind" (his words) and let's give it a more human face.
No dates have passed and curriculum. If you met Elena for the road would recognize for his unique style. Huge black felt hat, sunglasses John Lennon and colorful attire, mirror of a soul-conformist and rebellious, as is his life, lived in Italy, Spain, Portugal and Latin America, in short, his is a true and own "vagabondanza" dance of a tramp. A nomadic far maladjusted, with a strong attachment to the concept of home, which has all his idea: not bound to the homeland but the human geography.
The house of the soul are the eyes and the steps. Dreams and paths are the ubiquitous destinations.
The house meetings are beats without borders or customs ...
Giving and receiving, continuous exchanges. The divine opportunity to get lost to find yourself.
A soul on the road ...
A tree in the walking path that leads to its roots, the new delivery and spreads its branches at the top, climb, the wind, towards life. This is Elena.
Voice interview ...
Let's play a game. To understand who is Elena Cambria create two lists, simple, short, concise, of what you like and what you do not like. Written on impulse.
I like the sunrise; reflections; markets, the puddles, the certainty of doubt, the good company and good solitude, the nuances, the gait of a passer-by and the pace of his gaze, the little things; the junction, even what I did not take, the YES; asymmetries, do not make plans; accents and tones of laughter different, the colors yet to be invented, the attraction between two passers-by, undying love as they will not end up starting , chicory, the temporal music to hand over his heart, the emotional geography; beer; hands.
I do not like: the presumption, the narrow-mindedness, the cheese, the rigidity of the categorical No, the saccenza, the abuse of power and duty, greed, and cold; writing with blue pen; intolerance; notebooks with lines or squares; does not wave and say thank you, the obsession with the order, the emotional violence ... and physics, clear; selections entrance; fashion victims, the unique.
A nomad girl, with a simple hand luggage. A notebook and a camera. Why this type of equipment? And what you're looking for?
The emotional baggage I do not know if it passes at customs ... already has to declare! So ... notebook pocket is like carrying a psychiatrist, a mirror or a portable toilet ... A virgin world where vent and reflect riflettermi.
The camera is a small box, small and convenient, allowing me to paint eyes. They are looking for the passing perpetual, endless meetings. Way writing my life, my poetry ... Every step, a silence or a word.
The trip. The most direct expression in which our society relates to the time, space, contact with others and the discovery of the new. So, tell me what shoes to travel with and I'll tell you who you are. What kind of shoes are you, Elena?
37.5 comfortable, low ... fog. A surrogate of wings on his feet ... a alipede! They are faithful my shoes, my residence.
Do you think your artistic talent, poetry and photography, is intimately tied to this "itch" that takes you to new places every time, or do you think is innate, regardless of the life you lead?
My "artistic talent" has always been like a seed inside me, that, as a habitat to grow, required and naturally led to the life I lead. Artistic instinct and travel experience a mutual love and very happy.
Let's talk about photography. How much of you in surreal visions that you can lock in a Click?
The attention to detail that, if isolated, often distort and transform, reaching up to surprise the whole. There are my favorite colors, eye-catchers, reflections of the soul. My points of view, which if not caught would be points of oversight.
I devoured your book in a single evening of poetry. Ridiculous-mind. You're obviously an heir of the Italian scapigliatura, not only for your nonconformist lifestyle but also for writing wacky, playful, cryptic, irreverent and at the same time so close to the doubts and uncertainties, the desire of life, alienation , the overwhelming passion, which we have nurtured and nourished all of them at least once in their lifetime.
I want to ask you, based on your experience, you should feel a great pain or great joy to be able to produce, effectively, something, or we can all try to experiment ourselves poets or even wanting photographers, with more or less valid?
Writing for me is a requirement, the bridge between my being sensitive to the need to take it out, and let it breathe sfogarlo. As I always say, for me, writing is like going to the bathroom.
I also believe that poetry is a face, so instinctive, outward manifestation of something inside.
Having a good relationship with his own sensibility, leaving flow without filters or paying attention to the shape, the attacks of ink will take over our consciousness.
You yourself write: "looking for something / that does not have a reason / to be nice / that does not have a sense / that toppled / do not have another." Did you just solved the riddle, applied to your life?
The nuances of all possible points of view, from those closest to each other to the most opposite and conflicting defeat the rationality of taste, the motivations of pleasure. From a judgment becomes uniquely ambitious, tri, multi-purpose ... complete. There is no sense that he has not turned over another ... A pain, seen from another point of view, can be a joy; the dark, the root of the light. We have two eyes. One can be tragic and the other euphoric. Anyone wishing I could have the third endoscopic or visionary ... and then the common view that the world is, in many ways, the opposite of what it should be (like many people who live to work and not work for a living ...).
In my life I'm trying to maintain genuine and spontaneous tastes, emotions and reactions and to develop more than two eyes.
Federica Cammilloni
Behind is already outlined: three personal photographs to Spazioriginale of Milan, the ZOOart of Ortona and the Literary Cafe in Rome in 2012, and a text of poems, Ridiculous-mind, published in 2010.
But let us leave aside the "eye mirror" because Elena is so "sad but very vitalist, with two forward-facing eyes and wings to the mind" (his words) and let's give it a more human face.
No dates have passed and curriculum. If you met Elena for the road would recognize for his unique style. Huge black felt hat, sunglasses John Lennon and colorful attire, mirror of a soul-conformist and rebellious, as is his life, lived in Italy, Spain, Portugal and Latin America, in short, his is a true and own "vagabondanza" dance of a tramp. A nomadic far maladjusted, with a strong attachment to the concept of home, which has all his idea: not bound to the homeland but the human geography.
The house of the soul are the eyes and the steps. Dreams and paths are the ubiquitous destinations.
The house meetings are beats without borders or customs ...
Giving and receiving, continuous exchanges. The divine opportunity to get lost to find yourself.
A soul on the road ...
A tree in the walking path that leads to its roots, the new delivery and spreads its branches at the top, climb, the wind, towards life. This is Elena.
Voice interview ...
Let's play a game. To understand who is Elena Cambria create two lists, simple, short, concise, of what you like and what you do not like. Written on impulse.
I like the sunrise; reflections; markets, the puddles, the certainty of doubt, the good company and good solitude, the nuances, the gait of a passer-by and the pace of his gaze, the little things; the junction, even what I did not take, the YES; asymmetries, do not make plans; accents and tones of laughter different, the colors yet to be invented, the attraction between two passers-by, undying love as they will not end up starting , chicory, the temporal music to hand over his heart, the emotional geography; beer; hands.
I do not like: the presumption, the narrow-mindedness, the cheese, the rigidity of the categorical No, the saccenza, the abuse of power and duty, greed, and cold; writing with blue pen; intolerance; notebooks with lines or squares; does not wave and say thank you, the obsession with the order, the emotional violence ... and physics, clear; selections entrance; fashion victims, the unique.
A nomad girl, with a simple hand luggage. A notebook and a camera. Why this type of equipment? And what you're looking for?
The emotional baggage I do not know if it passes at customs ... already has to declare! So ... notebook pocket is like carrying a psychiatrist, a mirror or a portable toilet ... A virgin world where vent and reflect riflettermi.
The camera is a small box, small and convenient, allowing me to paint eyes. They are looking for the passing perpetual, endless meetings. Way writing my life, my poetry ... Every step, a silence or a word.
The trip. The most direct expression in which our society relates to the time, space, contact with others and the discovery of the new. So, tell me what shoes to travel with and I'll tell you who you are. What kind of shoes are you, Elena?
37.5 comfortable, low ... fog. A surrogate of wings on his feet ... a alipede! They are faithful my shoes, my residence.
Do you think your artistic talent, poetry and photography, is intimately tied to this "itch" that takes you to new places every time, or do you think is innate, regardless of the life you lead?
My "artistic talent" has always been like a seed inside me, that, as a habitat to grow, required and naturally led to the life I lead. Artistic instinct and travel experience a mutual love and very happy.
Let's talk about photography. How much of you in surreal visions that you can lock in a Click?
The attention to detail that, if isolated, often distort and transform, reaching up to surprise the whole. There are my favorite colors, eye-catchers, reflections of the soul. My points of view, which if not caught would be points of oversight.
I devoured your book in a single evening of poetry. Ridiculous-mind. You're obviously an heir of the Italian scapigliatura, not only for your nonconformist lifestyle but also for writing wacky, playful, cryptic, irreverent and at the same time so close to the doubts and uncertainties, the desire of life, alienation , the overwhelming passion, which we have nurtured and nourished all of them at least once in their lifetime.
I want to ask you, based on your experience, you should feel a great pain or great joy to be able to produce, effectively, something, or we can all try to experiment ourselves poets or even wanting photographers, with more or less valid?
Writing for me is a requirement, the bridge between my being sensitive to the need to take it out, and let it breathe sfogarlo. As I always say, for me, writing is like going to the bathroom.
I also believe that poetry is a face, so instinctive, outward manifestation of something inside.
Having a good relationship with his own sensibility, leaving flow without filters or paying attention to the shape, the attacks of ink will take over our consciousness.
You yourself write: "looking for something / that does not have a reason / to be nice / that does not have a sense / that toppled / do not have another." Did you just solved the riddle, applied to your life?
The nuances of all possible points of view, from those closest to each other to the most opposite and conflicting defeat the rationality of taste, the motivations of pleasure. From a judgment becomes uniquely ambitious, tri, multi-purpose ... complete. There is no sense that he has not turned over another ... A pain, seen from another point of view, can be a joy; the dark, the root of the light. We have two eyes. One can be tragic and the other euphoric. Anyone wishing I could have the third endoscopic or visionary ... and then the common view that the world is, in many ways, the opposite of what it should be (like many people who live to work and not work for a living ...).
In my life I'm trying to maintain genuine and spontaneous tastes, emotions and reactions and to develop more than two eyes.
Federica Cammilloni
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