Years ago when I had a real photo set up I concentrated on doing architectural shots. With the digital painting I’ve focused on faces but the other night when we were dropped off at Burger King by the tow truck, we walked in to a lush old version of “Strangers in Paradise” playiing. Despite it being dinner hour, the place was empty but for a couple of others and one of the employees was out in the restaurant polishing up the chrome and wiping fingerprints off surfaces. To this velvety “Strangers in Paradise”. I wanted to take a picture of the woman polishing the chrome but somehow it didn’t feel right to approach her. There was something about the moment where it felt it would have been invasive. A rupture in the atmosphere.
Juli Kearns is the author of Thunderbird and the Ball of Twine and Unending Wonders of a Subatomic World (or) In Search of the Great Penguin. She is also an artist/photographer, and the person behind the web alter of "Idyllopus Press". View all posts by Juli Kearns