I Yam What I Yam, Not What I’m Not

 

 

I am a big fan of the work of Edward Weston. His photography is some of my very favorite in the whole wide world. When I see his work, I am left speechless.

 

Mr. Weston and I share a birthday, but that’s about it. I would love to be able to come close to his photos, but I fail miserably, each time I try.

 

Recently I found a pepper that intrigued me so much, I almost couldn’t bring myself to eat it. Its curves and attitude led me to think of Weston. So I got out my camera.

 

 

Even with the help of Photoshop, I failed in my Weston quest. Which really isn’t a surprise. I mean, I’m not Edward Weston. No one is. And really, isn’t that as it should be?

 

So I’ll go on loving Mr. Weston’s work, and I’ll probably go on failing at imitating him. The only person I’m good at imitating is me. Fingers crossed, that will be enough.

 

Imitation

 

 

The other night I was at the painting studio. I’ve missed a few weeks and it was good to get back. I managed to get the face done on the painting I’m tackling. I’ve got a ways to go, but I’ll get there. Eventually.

 

At some point, I took a break and looked around the studio. (That’s how I do.) Leaning against the wall in a corner, I found this:

 

 

For those of you playing along at home, this study may ring a bell. That’s because it’s based on one of my original paintings:

 

 

Mister reminded me that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I’ll think on that one. In the meantime, I’ll keep plugging away on my newest, original work. That’s also how I do.