Giulia Madiai
photographer
Florence / Italy
photographer
Florence / Italy
I’m Giulia, I’m 31 years old and when I was in the third year of high school my friends gave me a Canon and an Ilford HP5 film, from that moment on I didn’t have many doubts about what would have been my path. I started to feel an annoying boredom for what took my time away from the photographic studio, an activity that instead managed to give me a rare sensation of calm and to appease an annoying itch in my hands that I lived with, as if, moving inside it, I had the sensation of being able to say something without saying it badly.I graduated in photography and visual arts at the Free Academy of Fine Arts in Florence with a project/documentary journey on the last Spanish transhumant shepherds, entitled L’acqua lava via le cose. I then worked for two years in a fashion company as an assistant photographer, cultivating an interest in the world of fashion that grew over time.
I am currently a freelance photographer, working with various companies, and sometimes I find it difficult to find the concentration and care for both my professional and artistic work. In any case, I never stop thinking about it, through research, studies and workshops I keep my photography moving between fiction and reality, between questions and possible answers. Starting from my personal experiences, filtering the doubts and what I don’t understand, I try to tell about themes related to the human condition with long and short term projects.
Everything I study, read, study in depth, the films I watch, the newspapers I leaf through, the new or old references, I believe form part of my store of knowledge, a store of knowledge that I try to keep up-to-date and fresh.
I think it is on this acquired, but constantly growing, terrain that inspiration moves, inspiration that can sometimes arrive suddenly during a one-hour walk uphill, while I am wandering in a small town with unknown streets, or, on other occasions, it may not knock on my mind for months and months, during which nothing moves. It usually happens when I stop listening to myself for too long, and often it is in that same loss of the path home that I then find myself, sometimes not.
Image courtesy of Giulia Madiai.
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