Watching interesting faces around me

Today me and hubby took a coffee in the bar close to our home. While I was drinking my coffee I saw a man with a beautiful and interesting face, so, when we was out of the bar, I talked about this man to my hubby. 

For who don't know us, it could be a strange chat between wife and husband, but we are both artists and so we don't have problems to talk about something or someone interesting for us, because we perfectly know that we're talking just about the artistic point of view that the subject inspired us.

I said to Paolo that sometimes I would love to take some pics about interesting (unknown) people that I see, in the same way that I usually take some pics of other things. I don't take pics of unknown people (sometimes I don't take pics of people known too ^_^) because I'm too shy to do it. Yes, it's true! I really can't ask to people if I can take a pic of them. I'm a shy woman and a shy artist, even if  about art shyness is not a great value, I think ^_^

In my "wish list" for Christmas (maybe the 2017 Christmas or the 2018 Christmas ^_^) there is a new camera with a great telephoto lens, so I can take all the photos that I need taking them far from the subject, animals or humans ^_^ I know, it's sound a thing against privacy of other people, but don't worry, I don't want to make something bad to someone, just fix an instant in a pics to reproduce some details in a artwork ^_^

I have been a very shy child and a very shy girl in my life, maybe because when I was a child my parents (and my grandmother too) always said me that I have to pay attention to people. I have to explain.

I was born in the 1971 and here in Italy, in the small towns, the freedom of the 1968's revolution was just something strange happened far away from here. I loved so much my grandparents, because when I was a little one I spent so much time with them because my sister was born just one year after me and my mom was too tired to stay with both of us. So, my mom often sent me to my grandparents (I was the first granddaughter) who had a big house with a garden and some animals, a great place for a child. My grandmother was about 50 years old when I was born and she was a very practicing catholic woman, with a great faith in God, but just few faith in people. For my grandmother was really important that my body was always cover in every part (I was less than 7 years) and she always said to me about the "importance" to not touch any male. So, I was really a little child and when I was at grandparents' home I was with my grandmother, my grandfather (a male) and also with my young uncle (a male, just 8 years more than me), so I really couldn't understand why I could touch just my grandmother or just other women, also because nobody said me the "difference" between a male and a female (it was too early for internet ^_^)!

I remember a scene that usually I saw between my grandparents: my grandmother was grumbling my grandfather because he (about 70 years) watched young women in bicycle and he always justified himself saying "It's all baptized meat". Maybe you think is strange, but it was always a funny scene because my grandparents love each other very much and my grandfather didn't do anything wrong, just say "hi" to some women that he known, so he always smiled to my grandmother when she was grumbling him as to say to her that all was ok. My grandmother sais that women had skirts too short (it was not really true, but she was very puritane).

So, I spent the first years of my life to dress my self like a boy and to pay attention to not touch male. No, I don't ated male and I was not afraid by them, because I love so much my father, my grandfather and my uncles, they were really good people with a good heart, but I would to make happy my grandmother and so I did it ^_^

When I grew up I understood what she tried to explain me, even if in a too much "puritane" way. She was a young woman during the Second World War, she saw many bad things happened to women during those horrible years, so she tried to help me to understand the importance to pay attention to bad people, but she was too sheepish, too "shy" to tell me why.

Well, I think it's nice to share some of my memories here, it reminds me to my childhood and it's also cathartic for me ^_^

See ya soon

Silvia