PHOTO ART & DEVIANTS
This may be a new series of work because the title alone makes me laugh.
Here’s Chloe in the debut of the new series. I expect I’ll refine the process and imagery as I work through it all. But for an opener, this ain’t bad. 🙂
Honestly, I’m not sure these will be permanent additions to the portfolio. They’re hardly representative of the intentions of the original project. However, I think they’re good shots if a bit tame compared to the intentions of Mister Devious.
The harder may not appear here, but remain in the books already published and ones to come.
I thought I’d take a moment to remember Ash. The fuzziest, sweetest photo assistant I ever had. Sure, others were more helpful. That’s to be expected; Ash was a cat after all. Until cats grow opposable thumbs they’re limited in usefulness.
He did shine in one aspect. Everyone loved him. He deserved every ounce of affection given to him. He deserved every rub, scratch, lap, treat. He deserved the baby talk, piggy back rides, warm bed and large meals. He was special.
I’ll miss him.
Here’s Chloe giving the ol’ boy a rub before getting on with the shoot.
Doing a little research today, found a very hidden, very forgotten cemetery. Looking at it from a distance, it doesn’t seem like much, a little grove with some shady trees. The regular spaced rocks mostly obscured by the grass tells the real story.
It’s predominantly a child cemetery. The vast majority of these old budget headstones are for children and infants barely a year old. The dates range a century, 1840’s to the 1940’s, and after that it seems that it’s mostly left to time.
Someone has come to mow, I suspect the city is doing this. It’s a little forgotten piece of death, so completely tucked away I don’t think those people who line the circumference of this land know it’s even here.
I think I’ll put a nude women here doing terrible things to herself. Just a thought.
Megan Murray was one of my favorite people to work with, and for a time she was a good friend too. Our time working together was prolific, rambunctious, filthy. With her, and a few other models, I think we successfully blurred the line between art and porn.
I’m not going to call it erotica, ’cause that’s just fuckin’ stupid. (I always felt that erotica was wank material for spineless shits.)
Either way, this portrait doesn’t fit within either of those classifications. I think it’s just a damn good capture of an introspective moment of a beautiful girl.