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Here’s some random shots fro travels during 2018 and 2019.
I have squllions of shots like this, let me know if you’d like to see more.
Beneath every silver lining lies a dark cloud.
I’m interest in dark clouds because they represent reality. I enjoy the act we all stage for the world, but reality is the thing that, for me, slices through the most convincing of acts and make a photograph something timeless and of value.
Bangkok, February 2019.
Dr Clayton @eric_clayton02
Over 10 years experience in artistic nude modelling for the most respected arts institutions in Sydney. Lately Eric’s approached a number of male photographers for shooting. The response has been no surprise at all.
PS: someone dropped in on us as we were doing this and other shots. @poetic.minx
Kate and I had our second shoot the other day which consisted of some portraits, some fashion, some nudes and also images for our project about the feminine penis. See the projects page for a description of that project.
“I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone…”
- Gilmour and Waters.
Sigrid was my neighbour. She passed away today. She was a wonderfully rich (not $) German woman partnered to Gabi, another German woman. Sigrid grew up in Berlin. We had many wonderful chats in the backyard about Berlin in the 70s and 80s, about music, about relationships, my art, about life. Sigrid had cancer. Gabi had a big job looking after her. Smoking was not allowed for Sigrid, and I understand Gabi’s view.
Recently, while Gabi was away in Europe, Sigrid and I would catch up and chat, smoke cigarettes (she showed me her secret stash of cigarettes), and drink the great coffee she would make me. I shared something with her. She shared something with me, gave me something which I still have. She’s gone now, but the part of herself, and her life experience she gave me remains. .
The light is brightest at the edge of darkness.
From the window seat
Life passes by