I thought that, for a change, I should make a meaningful post.
But, try as I might, I just couldn't think of a things to write that had sufficient power to invoke or even to provoke meaning, so I offer this photograph instead as an example of double meanings. On the one hand, there's a loud and clear message to the older, more experienced membership regarding ultimate tonality, found only on WSG.
Then, on another level that requires absolutely no understanding of archaic darkroom processes, there's the difference between owning a boat and doing the work yourself. i.e. the painting, which would easily drive you insane, and making the mental adjustment required to accept that the very same task, when accomplished by an employed painter, brings said painter no anguish at all, but joy in the knowledge of an invoice to be rendered. There could, as a bonus, be the additional concept of fear, fear that the client might suddenly see his porfolio turn to ashes. Who'd have imagined a painter's life could offer such drama?
Strange.
Rob C
