'If Chekhov made toy tractors..'
- Ah Vassily, I worry about Grigor since the rains. Since he sank deep into the mud in the top field and had to be saved by a child. A child! He skulks in his corner and rejects every kind word. Surely this will not pass unnoticed?
- I care not for Grigor, nor his pride! I had two pedals once, long ago, but when my time came I did not buckle nor beg! I allowed that dog to run away with one, knowing that my life is ultimately a tool of those who I am not fit to question. Did I hide away in a corner and court sympathies? No, I did not! Grigor must remember his duty, and you would do well to leave him alone to do so, young Fyodor.
- (Sigh) I understand, Vassily. Your wisdom, as always, humbles me and I will question you no further on this matter. Want a cuppa?
- Yeah, two sugars. Got any biscuits?
I mentioned the other day that I decided to do a quick and simple project based on my guitars. There are thirteen in total, more than Tumblr allows in one post, so I’ll split them into electrics and acoustics.
I thought about how to shoot them and decided that quick and simple was the way. Nothing flashy, no backdrops or studio lighting - just as they are using natural light. They’ve all been played and enjoyed, not locked away like precious artifacts, so they need to be seen with all the scars and imperfections that make them special to me.