…And now there’s water on my floor. Four years later and my studio has never been the same. No one really prepares for a photoshoot. You have an idea, past experiences, but the day of the shoot in studio or on location can be generally… chaotic. And that’s kind of the theme for all art, organized chaos. So when your pregnant visionary emerges out of your studio bathroom with puzzled expression, and casually drops to the team… “So I just released a quarter cup of water in the bathroom?”, an apt response is to go speechless and or pale.
It's been a minute. July is here and city/country life, is opening up. Still running around, grinding it out, I've been thinking on this issue for weeks now and how to approach it. There's a place beyond the actual image, if you're willing to let yourself go and travel there. To lose one's sense of Self in the moment, to be completely removed.