Well I’m a second-generation photographer I grew up watching my dad printing his own work in the dark room that he made in what used to be the study room, even that now I think is awesome that he used to do that, I can’t say that I loved it from the beginning, at first it was just it was just something I had to help my dad with, but nothing of understanding at all. Anyways the seed was planted and
while I was growing up the love for photography became every day more and more real. I was maybe 8 or 9 years old when I first saw my dad getting into the dark room and do this magic trick where he could make appear an image on a paper out of nowhere, of course I had seen pictures before but never really put the thought of where or how does the printed pictures came from. But it wasn’t until I was around 13 years old when I got my hands for the first time on a photographic camera, my dad told me how to use it and from that moment I start to learning the ways of the photography, first because I felt the obligation of continue what my dad one day started and then because it would become a thru passion for what I do now. The short answer is: my Dad, he got me into photography.
