looking over photos from this shoot in a corner at ‘stellas’, i had my camera out and this much older man (early 70’s) asked me if it was full-frame. i said, no. and then he came around and saw this photo i was working on and asked if i desaturated images often and i told him, no i just worked in a traditional darkroom for a number of years and am thusly still very fond of b&w images but i was sad because i think this photo would look beautiful printed on oriental seagull vc fiber. he shook my hand and we got to talking about how he had a show coming up at the ‘camera obscura gallery’. i told him i had a string of shows in ‘03-‘04, but never since and how some friends and i were shooting for a spring show.
i told him i just know i want two by three feet-ish sized prints and that i’d shoot specifically for it, so he asked what the subject would be and i replied, i don’t know, but something very sad.
he said, ah yes, i’ve known the feeling quite often lately.
a bit of silence.
i decided to leave, so thanked him for the talk and left.
on the way to my car i thought about what he said a bit more. i’m young and sad, sure. but he’s at least three times my age and he’s sad. and so i cried. life is goddamn sad as fuck
