I read online that today is the most depressing day of the year, on average.
Makes sense, as it’s the middle of January and friggen cold.
But, thanks to my very scientific experiments, I’m convinced that creativity is the best antidote to depression. Much like the sensations of romantic love, creative production is a passionate act. You become enthralled, consumed and enthusiastic. Everything else seems to melt away, endorphins take over and you find yourself feeling like a kid again.
I spent this afternoon eating Vietnamese food and taking pictures with Colby in his cozy apartment transformed into photography studio. Stand your bed up on it’s side and voila, so much valuable floor space for me to lie all over.
When I got there Abraham was already in the bath tub, to save space I’m assuming.
He just looked so pretty in there, I put on a frilly dress and climbed in.
I love the collaborative aspect of photography, especially when posing or modeling. (These pictures were my idea but Colby took them.) There’s a very interesting type of conversation between “model” and photographer in this way, an equal exchange of ideas, and in turn, greater inspiration. I suggest something I’d like to do and he directs me on how to make it better, he suggests something and I interpret it through my body and figure out what’s possible. It’s like performing, with a constant personal director.
(And) even between our combined visions, things happen that we didn’t expect,
like that I look about 12 years old here:
(And) like most (pleasant) experiences, the unexpected is usually the best part.
The original idea was for him to be on top of me, with just my limbs showing out of the tub and wrapped around him, but he’s way to heavy so we did this instead:
He’d found an army uniform, or “battledress” from 1971 that was made for a very small man, so naturally it fits me almost exactly. Wearing it, I sat/lay on his bedroom floor in the corner where he had his slide projector aimed and he took pictures. Images of gardens, oceans and family vacations reflected on the wall, uniform and my skin.
So fun, like playing a game.
How many ways can the human form interact with a 2D projected image?
I think (hope) they’re going to turn out really beautifully. I’d post a sneak preview but my camera batteries had died and Colby only shoots film so now it’s a waiting game.
And of course I’ve saved the most sexual for last. Ha.