The Metamorphosis of InspirationWednesday, February 22, 2017
The metamorphosis of inspiration comes in unexpected ways and leads to directions unknown.
Some years ago my granddaughter Rebecca and I attended a performance of Wen Wei Wang’s Dance Company at the Vancouver East Cultural Centre. When one of the dancers, Allison Denham appeared (topless she was) my granddaughter whispered in my ear, “Look at those pectorals!” I decided I had to photograph her. I had my chance here.
But then I had to satisfy my curiousity of featuring her pectorals but not in a way that would have conventional dance clothing. A bikini was out of the question. It would have been in execrable bad taste.
I decided (who knows where that idea came from) to go to Dressew in downtown Vancouver on West Hastings and buy white tape (I told myself it had to be off white). The results of the idea are here.
In my case, the intelligent thing to do was to say nothing and to wait for the progression. Part of that progression is here. Then a few months later I noticed the figures of people outside the studio window. That inspired me to these two blogs. This one and this one.
I marvel at the fact that it all began with a whisper in my ear.
Not having a large studio is stifling. Any inspiration has to come from the small quarters of my tiny studio. What I need now is a (alas she is gone!) is a Thursday girl, one who I can silently watch as a story progresses.