Picasso in New York
I fell in love with the very first shot. I know I always tell you how much time I spend experimenting with, and perfecting, each photo I make, but every once in awhile everything aligns right from the start.
Of course I tried to improve it anyway, I always do, but every exposure that followed was lacking. Probably because each change would hide some element of the silly face I found in the distortion.
I saw a Picasso-esque face right away; the forehead slopes down from the top and curls into a massive nose at the bottom, creating the typical cubist profile that impossibly displays two lopsided eyes, one half closed and one wide open.
I excitedly dragged Nick to my studio to show him, but before I could open my mouth he said, “looks like New York’s border.”
That’s the beauty of abstract art. It gives the viewer a chance to be creative, to open their mind’s eye, and then mine! Nick barely ever sees things they way I do, and that inevitably broadens both of our perspectives.
And this abstract party is just getting started!!
What are these numbered posts all about? Read the introduction to my Photo & 100 Words project and find out!
