As children we would hang upside down and delight in the gravity changing our facial features so much so that we did not recognize ourselves...and the laughter ensued.
Studying portraiture, I’m fascinated by what makes a portrait. Do you have to recognize an individual for it to be a portrait? Does the essence, the spirit, the soul of the individual reside in a portrait? Does a portrait have to be pretty or can it just be curious?
At 64 years of age, gravity had a different meaning. So with the inner child in mind, I climbed a tree and hung upside down and let gravity create the portrait. The collaboration makes me laugh.
