“They say that art imitates life. Or is it that life imitates art…maybe we are all just imitating Art Garfunkel?”
-Woody Allen

I deliver my print to SEAF today for the upcoming show. Now while I am very delighted and proud to be in the show, lord knows there are a lot of great photographers who did not make it in this year, I’m having trouble getting exited for it. This is of course due to the unbelievable amount of rope I still have left to finish before next Monday. Top it off with like 3 VIP visits to the Abbey this weekend as well.

Then I stop and look at the photo, beautify matted and framed by Tambo, and well it makes me smile.

I have never considered myself a “Fine Art Photographer”, rather I like to think that I take erotic portraits. The difference to me is that a fine art photographer captures shape and tone, line and composure while an erotic portrait captures a person, steals a little bit of their ju-ju if you will forever freezing it in time. When I look at the piece that will be on display this weekend I feel like I did just that. I captured her, if but for a moment.

Of course it does not hurt that the photo is of someone I adore beyond words as well as inspires me.

Speaking of having a piece of my work in the upcoming show, I also have a piece OF me in the show. Remember the plaster casting I did back in November? Well the artist will have a sculpture based on my… um… endowment on display as well.

In other news, I need a local Seattle reader / kinkster who is a mechanical engineering type. We have a small machine we want built and need someone who knows his or her way around a Graingers catalog. Interested parties should e-mail me directly.