I need to go through "The Lyons' Den" a few more times before sending it off to the publisher as my "last, final version" so they can put it into their lineup for Spring, 2012. Meaning head follows heart and nothing is to be accomplished by sitting here...therefore I offer a photo that fascinates me.
Something about this composition and lighting is so tender and mysterious and rich and innocent, I've got it on my desktop. I could see a story building around the idea of such an image, something shifting and experimental and open to discovery, and I don't know why. It just feels that way. Of course, the only way I can discover the touchstone it's slipped into my palm is by following it...and I ain't got the time right now, baby.
Something about this composition and lighting is so tender and mysterious and rich and innocent, I've got it on my desktop. I could see a story building around the idea of such an image, something shifting and experimental and open to discovery, and I don't know why. It just feels that way. Of course, the only way I can discover the touchstone it's slipped into my palm is by following it...and I ain't got the time right now, baby.
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I get that too, Kyle. I think it has to do with the obvious source of the light...as though someone is holding some regular, at-home lap at and angle.
I was the focus of a few photographs like this. My lover at the time was an artist, but so much of his art was a matter of discovery. "What can I do with this mostly broken camera?" And calling friends to the apartment to hold lamps and material and to do makeup.
I was barely 20, and it was very magical. :)
Do you have any copies of those photos? I promise not to share. ;)
*cough* raises hand* can I get some too? ;)
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