I’d like to say this is not one of my best pictures but someones bound to accost me with a pile a load of well-meaning drivel about how I should value all my work, suspend all critical analysis and let others decide. Don’t, please. Critical analysis is not low self~esteem. Feel free to like it if you want though.
The reason I am posting it is that the one I did for the post earlier was truly dreadful and I have committed to posting something every day this week. Today I came in the door with a few new ideas and sat down and immediately started work on an old idea. Years ago I took a photo of a colleague of mine listening to a hurling match on the radio and I periodically try to paint the scene but I just haven’t been able to ‘get’ her. At all. Today was no different. It it drives me crackers. My portrait skills aren’t the best but I usually manage something. Maybe she’s too damn pretty.
It’s interesting as an artist to notice the faces that grab your attention. I never know what face will. They are often not faces the average person would call attractive and sometimes maybe quite far from it but what the average person calls attractive these days is usually dulled down to appeal across the board and so are boring to my eye. That’s not to say either that my colleague is dull just that I can’t…’get’ her.
She has wangled her way into this post anyway as with work on my mind as I switched my attention to a shot of some fish in the pond at my job, or the job that I gave up last week. I saw this fish on a break from a night shift a couple of months ago and was fascinated by its fatness. I didn’t have my camera with me so when we finished work I nabbed my pretty colleague~her of the failed portraits~and instructed her to take photos of the fat fish with her phone. She didn’t seem as impressed as I was by its fatness but she willingly took the photos. Maybe because I threatened not to give her a lift home. No, I would never do that. Not after all the fuss the last time….