Panetta Photography

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freedom

The one constant found in all countries, cultures and creeds is the innate desire for freedom.  We will fight at any cost for it, protest until beaten and jailed, move to the un-known for a better way, even do the un-thinkable in the name of whatever you believe in, secular or otherwise.  The following image was taken in Dharamsala, India during a three day protest for Tibetans, both living within their borders and abroad.  This otherwise sleepy town was transformed into a constant wave of refugees, monks and Indian locals all supporting the most desired cause of all, freedom.

Reflections

Painting has never been a strong suite of mine.  This is my try at painting with a camera.  (Photographed against pools of rippled water)

The Leap

Sometimes a leap of faith can be one of the scariest moments in a persons life.  You can weigh out every option, every possible outcome.  You can try to figure out and retrace the steps you’ve taken along your path that have led you to this edge.  Yet, regardless of all the planning in the world and support that you may be blessed with, your leap will be yours alone.  So jump…and don’t look back.

My most recent article/photos published with Fluster Magazine. Enjoy!…

Fluster Magazine

A Tibetan Protest

by Joey Panetta

[scroll down for italian version]

While photographing my way through India a few years back, I stopped off in the small mountain village of Dharamsala, in Himachal Pradesh. I anticipated some great photo opportunities here as this was the home town of the Dalai Lama and the Tibetan Government in exile, countless Tibetan refugees and only a couple days away from the opening ceremony of the Summer Olympics in Beijing, China.

I wasn’t wrong. As the world celebrated the start of yet another Olympic Games, this small town was on another agenda; shops would close and hundreds upon hundreds of locals, foreigners, monks and Tibetan refugees would march the streets in protest of a Chinese assimilation that has been a major concern in Tibet for over half a century.

It was this pre-emptive photo op that allowed me to emotionally go beyond covering yet…

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the monks

Photographed in the Tsuglagkhang Temple. Dharamsala, India.

Happy New Year

To everyone out there, have a great New Year!  And to all the photojournalists/photo-reporters/documentary photographers that are out there right now, risking their lives (at times) to follow a calling that help the rest of the world see what most cannot or choose not to, I hope this year brings you more inspiration and courage to continue on your paths.

Peace!

Toledo 2

Statue of Jesus at the Monastery of San Juan De Los Reyes in Toledo, Spain.

 

Toledo

With a slow shutter speed and an anticipated aesthetic, I shot this image in one of the many churches that make Toledo, Spain the religious wonder that it is.  Over the centuries the Old City has seen invaders come and go from various backgrounds; evident in its mosques, synagogues and churches that are scattered within the old, medina-like streets.  Wandering through these alley ways, you can feel its history.  It’s in every cobble stone, every historic building and every statue.

don´t pass me by

A few images from a project that I´m currently working on.

a world reflected

I´ve always been intrigued by the mini worlds that become naturally abstracted when reflected through mirrors -especially those on motorbikes and such.  And I always enjoy the looks on passerbyers as they try to figure out what I´m photographing.  It´s usually never what they think…

His feet do not hurt.  They do not long for shoes or comfort.  He walks with an aire of a magi or shaman in a place that has long forgotten these raw comforts -the feel of cool ground on a hot day, grass between your toes, direct contact with the earth.  He walks and people stare, yet he continues to walk.


Big Brother

This was one of the most personal projects that I’ve worked on to date.  My oldest brother passed away in a car accident when I was about 17 years old, he was 26.   For anyone who’s lost a sibling, they can appreciate how devastating something like that can be.  As the years passed and days turned into over a decade, I realized that specific memories of his physical being began to fade over time.  The memory of who he was as a person I’ll never forget, but physically, it becomes harder and harder to remember certain things with memory alone.  All the images in this series are pictures of Maurizio taken throughout his life, I re-photographed them with a specific technique to visually represent this idea of a fading memory.  They are meant to document his life from early childhood on.  These are a selection from a larger body of work.

Dr. Seuss book filled out by Maurizio as a child