OK, enough of the wallowing in self pity. I can only take so much, although it seems even that is considerably more than anyone else around me can put up with. I was tempted to just delete the last post, but somehow that seems unfair on the wonderful people who took the time to comment and tell me to stop acting like a wuss. Occasionally I just need to scream at the universe, and if that's not an option, write a blog post about it.
So, on with the show.
I recently did a photo shoot with a wonderful artist, Bea Last. She creates large abstract paintings, which have an incredible quality of light, texture and emotion to them. Unfortunately, small web sized images cannot begin to capture the intensity of her work.
Luckily for me, she wasn't wanting my photographic skills for her paintings, but for images of herself. Whether you are publicising yourself through the web, exhibitions or magazine articles, people want to see photos of the artist, despite the fact most artists I know would much rather hide behind their art than stand in front of it.
One of the more enjoyable aspects for me was she was not looking for glamour shots and positively embraced the lines of a life lived, that are beginning to form and settle in. She has been seen as the "pretty little thing" in the past and has no desire to battle the patronising superiority of some in the art world who were more interested in her looks than her art.
Although she did draw the line at me offering to add more wrinkles, for me it was a delight to explore the face of a person comfortable in their own skin.
Infinitely more interesting than an airbrushed, impossibly smooth skinned 21 year old.
This next shot developed out of something completely unplanned.
Bea was sitting up against one of the only clear areas of wall in her studio so I could take the head shots. I pulled back with the camera and saw this composition.
Bea Last in her studio - click for larger image
With the figure in the middle of the image, and the revealing of the reflected light on the left, I would never have considered setting up such a scene, and yet somehow it worked. And once we did selective colour on the paintings, the tubes and the paint splatters on the skirting board, Bea was delighted with the outcome and I was able to enjoy a wee *smug* moment.
If you're interested in seeing some of the other photos of the session with Bea Last, I've put up a gallery on my Photography website just click on this sentence