This young woman was one of those “kid’s” who was at risk, she was loosing in the fight for a better life. Just eighteen (18) and a chip on her shoulder. To say that she was combative is to leave out details. She sat there smoking up a blue storm, all the questions I should not ask about, Questions?, she asked. Yes I said, do you ever get nekked? To which she dropped the robe she had on, preening she gave me the full treatment. Just feast your eye on this! Lets put you in a dress I said, just to see the reaction. She burst out laughing and we were friends. Then I could reach her where she lived, into that personal space she closely guarded.
That I feel is part of my art that I value the most: to know how best to reach someone. How to earn their trust so I can explore them, cast them in a positive light, and not to exploit them.., ever.