Bruce Wrighton
Yesterday I saw a parking attendent who had just the right look in his eyes. I didn’t even introduce myself, I said,’Can I take your picture?’ And either because I was so forceful, or he was so open, or there was something in my sincerity, he just said, ‘Sure’.
He was a fairly young kid. Weeping eyes. Eyes that really spoke of the pain of having to struggle versus really wanting to find a home. As I chatted with him as I was making the picture – again setting up the 8 by 10 is not like the snap-snap of an SLR. It takes 16 minutes to get the whole thing together. It’s a comittment and it’s a building relationship.
I find that important because I need to develop some kind of rapport with these people. So during that rapport building session, he mentioned he was going in the army. I said to myself, ‘Gee that’s just so fitting’. To me when a young kid tells me they’re going in the army and they’re working in some parking lot or something like that; I don’t know for certain, but I say’This kid’s looking for direction’. But in his eyes I got the sense that the direction had to come from within him.
Anyway, the kid had a nice pink shirt and red hair and a red hat. There were aesthetic reasons as well (he laughs), the psychological and the spiritual element have to be there, but as well a successful image for me has to be aesthetically balanced.
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You thought of her;
So pale and small,
With unkempt hair
And husky drawl
Her hollow eyes,
Her acid tongue,
Her shallow breaths
From blackened lung.
‘Her’ by Figentes
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