About me
I’d have the impression to sink into a muddy marsh of ridiculousness if I were to write an autobiography in the third person.
Even though I were a pope or an emperor (and I’m sincerely happy to not be any of them) I could not stay serious speaking of myself in the third person.
I confess I feel quite uncomfortable in writing these semi-ironical notes about myself, even in a relatively hidden page.
So, if anyone has just arrived here, by clicking casually on the only button which could lead to this place, here is all that might be found about me.
My name is Marisa Livet, I live and work in Nyon, a small town of French Switzerland, by the shores of Lake Léman.
I have liked photography since I was very young, when films or slides were the only way to see what one could capture with a camera.
Like most young people, I did not have a lot of money, so I could not afford to waste my films at that time and I could only dream of the possibility that digital photos might offer me.
I had adventurously learnt how to develop and print black and white films and I had created a kind of approximate dark room in the bathroom.
I had a lot of exciting experiences and fun in that perilous procedure; my parents first and later my roommates seemed less enthusiastic than me....mostly when they needed to take a shower or something like that.
With the arrival of the age of digital photography came opportunities to expand my horizons. I felt free to leave the bathroom to its original designation and to continue with my personal research in the world of images.Because of the sense of ridiculousness I mentioned above, I cannot call myself an artist, because I have too much respect for art and I have also a rather sound sense of criticism.
I’m an artisan of images and consider photography a very amusing interest and also a means of indirect communication.
I choose simple and apparently unpretentious subjects for my photography, details of everyday life, street scenes, common houses.
Occasionally I enjoy spontaneous portraiture.
I think that everything can tell a story, if we can read or simply imagine what lies behind the surface.
Even though I were a pope or an emperor (and I’m sincerely happy to not be any of them) I could not stay serious speaking of myself in the third person.
I confess I feel quite uncomfortable in writing these semi-ironical notes about myself, even in a relatively hidden page.
So, if anyone has just arrived here, by clicking casually on the only button which could lead to this place, here is all that might be found about me.
My name is Marisa Livet, I live and work in Nyon, a small town of French Switzerland, by the shores of Lake Léman.
I have liked photography since I was very young, when films or slides were the only way to see what one could capture with a camera.
Like most young people, I did not have a lot of money, so I could not afford to waste my films at that time and I could only dream of the possibility that digital photos might offer me.
I had adventurously learnt how to develop and print black and white films and I had created a kind of approximate dark room in the bathroom.
I had a lot of exciting experiences and fun in that perilous procedure; my parents first and later my roommates seemed less enthusiastic than me....mostly when they needed to take a shower or something like that.
With the arrival of the age of digital photography came opportunities to expand my horizons. I felt free to leave the bathroom to its original designation and to continue with my personal research in the world of images.Because of the sense of ridiculousness I mentioned above, I cannot call myself an artist, because I have too much respect for art and I have also a rather sound sense of criticism.
I’m an artisan of images and consider photography a very amusing interest and also a means of indirect communication.
I choose simple and apparently unpretentious subjects for my photography, details of everyday life, street scenes, common houses.
Occasionally I enjoy spontaneous portraiture.
I think that everything can tell a story, if we can read or simply imagine what lies behind the surface.
