I was having coffee with an old and trusted friend and the conversation moved along and all the little and big things in life were discussed.
“So, I’m working on a new project for a gallery.”
“Very cool! It’s been too long. Can you talk about it?”
“Well, it’s for a show that’s focused on the human body and human form. It’s more than that, really, but that’s the easiest way to explain it at the moment.”
“OK. So are you painting again or are you back to photography?”
“I’m doing a series of nude photos for the show. My first pieces are coming out great. I think things are going to turn out really really good. Here, look at these, a few of the first shots I took, on my phone.”
A series of photographs is on the phone. I clicked the button and the phone and paged through the set. Not vulgar; not focused upon the sexual. Both men and women represented, a few more men than women.
“What do you think?”
“The photographs are small on the phone, but what I see looks really good. They don’t look like porn. I hate it when nudes in an art show focus so much on sex that it’s like walking through a porn mag. This isn’t like that at all. I’m looking forward to seeing the show.”
“That’s great. I’m glad you like those, even though they’re hard to see. So I have one other question for you. Would you pose for one of the portraits?”
And that’s where everything stopped for a moment.
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What would be the purpose to pose?
To help a friend, or to satisfy one’s ego? What would be the reaction to this action? Or is this fluff to fill up time and space? Just thought I’d drop a note.Joe
Not fluff.
It was a real question.
I declined.
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