Yes, yes, I know, I am three days AWOL! I undertook two huge, epic projects all in one weekend. A photo workshop on the nude and a HUGE Nikon camera, lens and teleconverter comparison. And I was forced to download some three thousand images on Saturday night after twelve hours of shooting and pick five of the best to be critiqued.
All day Friday was filled with preparation for the weekend.
My shot of the day was of a painting I have had for some twenty years, 'Icarus Descending'. God, I love this piece of art. I have spent thousands of hours gazing upon it. It haunts me a little. Makes my heart ache. All the things that good art should do. It reminds me ceaselessly of the perils of hubris, an affliction of character of to which I am absurdly prone.
I have lost track of the number of people over the years who have told me that -- God forbid, should I die -- they would love to get their mitts on this painting. And these are my close friends. Many of whom I have slept with. It has occurred to me on occasion that I must be so bad in bed, such a disappointing lover, that there are significant numbers of my paramours who feel rather strongly that they should be compensated for their sacrifice with the most beloved piece in my art collection...
I can assure you that this notion gives me much pause for significant thought. Of course, then the hubris kicks in and I think, maybe I was such an unbelievably sensitive, giving, caring and passionate lover that they'd really like the painting so that they could gaze upon it and remember me always... This is what I'm talking about. Thank God for the generosity of women. It never ceases but to amaze me.
Nikon D90 and Lensbaby Composer with a wide-angle attachment.
- Vince Hemingson
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