ocan bloodsand

bloodsand Ocan so is his name, Which he learned to extract the sand autobiographical notes My first steps in this field were the emotions, frozen like a still image from a memory, and expressed itself in my photography. As a child I tried to see in the wrinkles of the elderly in their suffering, to understand how to elicit a smile., Perhaps the only expression lines that would have a sense on their face. Growing up, my first car was not a Leica M4, was not a classic, there was nothing conventional. Resumai like a wreck at sea my first camera body ... was very enigmatic my beginning. I developed a manic obsessiveness about different photographic moments, I was looking for the perfect timing to steal the essence of what it appeared to me, or I was looking pointedly. My training is not limited to 'empiricism or to' autodidattismo: I was just catapulted into the world of work as matrimonialista, tourist photographer and later photoreporter for Surgery for children in Gulu in Uganda. In all this my practice has always followed me like a faithful companion of the advanced photography treaty Langford. I want to reveal to all the kind readers a glimpse of my photographic voyage, I was in limotrofe areas of Gulu lost in thick vegetation, I realize to be near a work site where a 10 year old child has taught me to take out the sand, this child with whom I shared the salt on the skin is called ocan. #children #africa #work #black #white #power #suffering #lover #journalism #life #risk #death #acholi #fine