In the black house
With the sweet, salty blur
Of blue dreams.
Rejection of antagonistic security.
Open like a flower.
Describe for me
Of Indian summer.
I only see in black and white…
And sometimes shades of gray.
This image made me think and interested me much more than many that I have made recently. Working with Catherine and other bodybuilding and fitness athletes usually has me using their hardness and muscularity as an integral part of the image and its message. I play up that angle.
When I pulled this file to post process, I was immediately struck by the way it retained power and emotion in concert with its softness. It retains a powerful, reflective, human femininity. I realized that it is the genuine humanity showing that holds the power and not the depiction of obvious perfection.
When retouching during processing, I became genuinely concerned with preserving this human element… Being careful not to destroy the power coming through as part of that reality.
I know that most athletes want to be depicted as physically perfect and powerful as possible. There is an element of power that transcends the physical. There seems to be power in being natural… Being human.
High heeled hips swing
soft, smooth silk.
looking for rebirth.
No excuses hard.
Resplendent with taught, lissome regeneration.
A new statuesque dawning.
There is no rest in victory or defeat.
Success or failure holds no riddle.
The way you fight is what makes you…
And the passion in your search for what defines you.
Hard… Majestic… Unyielding…
Stone on stone
Braking the ocean.
But the water endures
Knowing no surrender.
A day… A month… A year…
and humble relentless aggression.
With no quarter… No respite… No release…
The rock yields to the sea.