Satsuma Dalí 052/365 "I am not strange. I am just not normal." Today's planned photo was a complete disaster. I tried to shoot one of my Shadow Series with an orange. I thought you would see all the cool segments in the shadow, and it would be all cool, and awesome and cool! But no... you would not. And it was not.
So I gave up.
My friend, the ever glorious John Boylan, called around as I was finishing up. He wanted to see what photo I was working on tonight, and I explained that it was a bit of a wash out, but I was finished, and I guess I'll just have to post a bad shot today. I felt shitty about it, but hey... not everyday can be a good day, right? I just wanted to forget it and watch a movie together.
But he insisted on taking a look, and I obliged. When he saw the butchered remains of my oranges, he said "hey, even that could be a cool photo!" I laughed and agreed, but defeated, started to clear it away anyway.
Looking at the clock, he said "I'm in no rush. How about we spend 29 minutes working on a new photo. 29 minutes, and if you get something better, great. If you don't, it'll still be fun to give it a go together." He picked up one of the thin slices of orange that lay strewn about, and stuck it on a paper towel I'd used to wipe up stray juice. Then he stared at it.
Over an hour and a half later, we stepped back from this scene on my tabletop. As faithful a recreation of The Persistence of Memory as we could manage, made from fruit, ingenuity and whatever random scraps we could find.
John Boylan is one of those true friends, those rare friends, who never lets you be unhappy with your art.
If you have such a friend, count yourself lucky.