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I made my entrance on the 10th December at 12:00 pm, on a Wednesday.
My high school years were a time of nights spent waiting for dawn, rides on my moped, and impatience towards a world I didn't feel was mine. The positive side? I discovered photography in the classroom, and I haven't stopped since.
With my high school diploma in my back pocket and my heart full of desire for independence, I spent a few years in limbo, in a job I didn't love, unsatisfied. Something was missing. Who was I and where was I going?
I pluck up all my courage, buy a ticket for Melbourne, and for the first time in my life I am free. Free to breathe, speak and dream in a new language. Free to meet the real Marco, the one who only needs a backpack and a camera to be happy. A nomad in a strange land, I meet other travellers and share little fragments of my life with them for almost a year. When the time comes to return to Italy, I know that for me this is not a goodbye, but a see you again soon.
Am I happy with the person I am? Yes.
Am I happy with my job? No.
The solution? Throw myself into a new adventure, this time in Italy, and to do what I truly love: Photography.
Why give up a dream?
I felt the need for a place to simply be myself. Painting, screaming, smearing, photographing. Finding it was an adventure in which I had to fight in cramped and overcrowded places, sharing fragments of my life from 2015 to 2019. < br> The turning point came at the end of 2018, when I finally found that corner of the world I was looking for so much:
My studio.
Old me, new site.
I wanted something that would represent me, that would be able to push me towards new adventures. Always travelling, this is not the end; it's only the beginning.
