oh bugger

Sorry. Forgot to post today's picture. But I have a very good reason.

I was working on the next photography book.

Oh my.

Um.

It's going to be a bit of a doorstop. I had no idea that I had *that much* color work that's never seen the light of day beyond the models and well, me. The work I've printed for galleries has been very limited and cherry picked and frankly, difficult to choose, because I've been blessed in getting some gorgeous work out of my models. All of them are wonderfully talented and different and unique in their own way.

And then there's the Mad Model herself.

I've been shooting her for twelve years now. In twelve years, I've gotten to watch her change and Become. She says that I'm the only one to document her turning from a girl into a woman. It's an incredible gift of trust that humbles me.

I remember thinking of the Dutch artist whose name escapes me who painted nothing but his mistress over his and her entire life. It was a meditation on the absolute of love and beauty and his work always inspires and touches me.

I hope to be able to record the Mad Model for as long and for the same reasons.

Looking over the last three years of work, all digital, I'm remembering where I was, where we were, whether in the studio or elsewhere. I'm thinking of the Mouse sitting at my feet or occasionally invading the shot or asking to push the big shiny silver button of the shutter. The author photo in the beginning of the book is an actual photograph that my three year old Mouse took of me.

It's a powerful feeling. A humbling one. I've been gifted with many helping hands when it comes to my art.

Here's to doing it as much justice as I can.