End…, and a Beginning

Well that time has come, I realized long ago that I no longer had a business as a commercial events guy. Now I am getting rid of thousands of slide that are no longer relevant. A sad drawn out affair, punching holes in work that I am very proud of. A testament to my lighting skill, the ability to capture a look or mood. Of hours spent try to capture those images, the setup time I had to invest, and tear down mode while starting to decompress from the stress of the shoot. Of the hours on the prowl for those spontaneous captures of relaxed guess enjoying the evening.

Once while I was scouting by the bar looking for my next shot, a guest remarked that I looked like was hunting. Yeah I replied, next to the feed trough, and the watering hole…, they all must come here. He looked sort of puzzled, then saw what I saw, the banquet table, and the bar. I’d spot a prey, and follow them back to the main herd where I was sure to get a good shot. Or the young teens I asked to take their photo, I got them all lineup, safety shot. Then I told them they looked like a bunch of granny’s posing…, that got them. As one they dropped into a Charlies Angels pose with finger-guns drawn.

For me it is the end of an era. Little time to look back at the fun I had, the people I played with. I’ll save that for the very last part of life when I no longer get to shoot. I turn to the arts, the erotic arts…, I am finally connecting to the right model’s. Women in their forties (40’s), women who have lived life with few, if any regrets. Coming in to work with me, to capture their personalities, and beauty. Not to say I will not work with younger models, but they do not interest me as much. I value those who are approaching forties (40’s), their special vulnerability that is part of their charm. Of that special character they have locked behind their eyes.

It is said that “the eyes are the window of the soul”. My wish is for them to open that window so I can reveal the enchanting creature I have glimpsed in that moment.

Trials and tribulations of Gutenberg

I had to switch over to Gutenberg, or have my website rebuild. So now I am learning the new program, how it works, or doesn’t. I ask your patience while I learn, and adjust my thinking. Just go to show that learning never ends at any age. It’s good for the brain as well especially as one ages, those pathways to the whole you need maintenance. Similar as when I had the stroke, needed to rebuild new pathways to the whole me, though not quite as well as before. Knew those old pathways like the back of my hand I had used them so long. Now I have to pick my routes carefully, feeling out the terrain as I go.

Well that is my underlying problem exacerbated by an aging brain. So I will get proficient as I can for now I am happy to even post in the block editor.

Burr Oak and Nipple.., Oh My!

 

 

I’ve been lucky enough to have a very unique model to work out ideas with. I have known her for some 10 years now. She is a friend who comes over not nearly enough, something that gives us lots to talk about. I love having her drop by to just talk. I get the chance to talk about what I am working with, and why, and what kind on concepts that interest my creative mind now; enough that it would warrant a test shoot.

Then the real play gets started, the day I finally get to see my ideas. I have boxes and boxes of things that I’ve collected: all things connected to nature, with all their own complexities; the curves, the shapes that only nature can make, with it’s cracked seedpod. Or the simple leaf, attached or loose, picked in summer or winter. Or the ageless rock…, spied off city-trail, sitting in the dirt.

The rest is parked in this brain of mine, filed under: Imagination. That little rock sat on my desk for a long time before I understood what its purpose was. The Burr Oak cap told me very clearly what it was for. It was up to me to find, and pursuade a model to let me show her what my idea might look like. Enter friend and muse!

As I look at some of the really great work of people in my business, I feel a sense of immense pride to see such excellent work. However, the models are not getting enough credit, in most cases, no recognition at all. I tell all my models that I could not do what I do without them. Otherwise, I’d have the pretty props and gorgeous lighting that no one can see. I quickly follow with assurance that they do have the ability to stay anonymous if they so choose.

So a peek behind the curtain with the ever lovely and understanding Jean Dawson.

First Mug is Here

WTH, I got my first mug back this week, as I figured it needs work.  I am getting another one made to different specifications.  I had to get it back, see it, hold it, and sleep on it.  This is the sort of work that goes into an original piece of art that no one sees.  That line is too small between images, the image needs to be smaller so I have a border top and bottom.

Waiting for the new mug that I can’t show either until I approve.  FaceBook won’t allow me to show it either, I played enough to know that.  I have skirted that line often with good results.  Stay tuned.