photo by me
There’s a naked woman in my portfolio. I’m serious. Go look. You can see her actual boobs. I kind of can’t believe it. (Don’t worry, I asked her permission.)
When I first discovered photography and art books with nudes in them, I thought, “Who lets themselves be photographed naked and put into a book?” It was one of my first inklings that there were people out there “not like us” – us being conservative middle-class Christians – and I was fascinated. Not even in a sexual way, I wanted to talk to the people who got naked, and the people who took their photos, and find out why? Isn’t it weird? Isn’t it awkward? What do you think God thinks about all this? It was all so mysterious.
Now, years later, I’m the one taking the naked photos, and getting paid for it. This is nothing short of astounding to me, and what’s more astounding is that it feels matter-of-fact, not aloof. I don’t feel especially cool, or hip or mysterious. If anything, when someone to takes her clothes off for me, I’m required to be open, and very humble.
A confession: I don’t make as much money as I want to, and my photos aren’t as good as I’d like them to be yet, but holy cow – my life is interesting, and that will have to do for now as my talent sharpens and my business grows. It’s grueling, and I’m tired. But it is so, so interesting to have pressed through to “the other side” of those art books with naked people in them and see how that works, and exciting to know I have this whole big path ahead of me.