A Cello, Fishnets & A Bundt PanThursday, February 26, 2015
Of late the cello has been much in my mind. I have photographed two cellists. One, Marina Hasselberg, a local, the other (whom I first noticed here) Juliana a Seattleite. I found the poem below and thought it went well with the accompanying photograph.
My eldest daughter pointed out that the picture looks like it has been taken in a clothes dryer. Her comment:
Clean and pristine, it looks like she's in the dryer. Hey, is that dress blue?
I took the original photograph with a Mamiya RB-67 Pro-SD with a Polaroid back loaded with the now discontinued (alas!) Fuji Intstant b+w film FP-3000B which is rated at 3200 ISO. At one time the 2¾x¾ inch print was more or less useless. But with the advent of good scanners (mine is an Epson Perfection V700 Photo) they produce viable images that look pretty good enlarged. Best of all this b+w film has a peel (we photographers used to throw them away) that produce interesting “negatives” that solarize (the correct term is the Sabattier Effect) randomly.
The procedure is to dry the peel with a hair dryer before dust will settle on the sticky surface. Once dried, I scan the peel. I then reverse in Photoshop this digital file.
Above is the original peel un-reversed. Note the brownish tint is some of the parts of the dress. This tint appeared when I forced dried the peel. When you reverse the image in Photoshop (and I always choose to do this RGB colour) the tint of the peel is also reversed and the brown tint becomes blue.
For the picture I use a very large ring flash. It looks very much like a Swedish bundt baking pan. I insert my Mamiya in the middle hole but (important) I do it with the lens and camera crooked. The lens then “sees” the reflection on the metal edge of the ring flash.
The poem does mention:
“came clothed in scarlet velvet and black”
It would have been all too easy for me to change that to “came clothed in blue velvet and black”. I would think that Mr. A.E.K.G Navril would have objections. Don’t you think?
Largest of her sisters but smaller than her brother,
Who’s deep, booming voice echoes around.
(She however has perfect pitch; a lot like her brother in volume and sound) .
Came clothed in scarlet velvet and black,
Her belly and back hold her strong ribs intact.
Head sitting high on her ebony neck.
She is beautiful and clean and absolutely pristine.
With a heart so pure it leaves you wanting more.
Sings classical and rock; body the colour of fire like hot choc’.
Her hair is much lighter with not a strand out of place,
Rosined and shiny and perfectly straight.
Her hour glass figure is smooth and curved.
When she’s in your arms it’s hard to feel un-nerved.
‘F’ is her favourite letter,
I hear you ask why? –
Because that is what she has tattooed on both of her sides.
Ready to play all day and all night.
The bow is awaiting with hair tied up tight.
She’s tall, and she’s pretty and easy on sight,
Light under fingers,
Rests slightly on thighs.
You read the page she holds the scroll.
Together in harmony, to make the music you’re told.