Tina, Circa 1997
I can still remember the day this was taken, and the way everything seemed to be turned up too loud. We’d just broken up, literally the day before, and it hadn’t really sunk in yet (Well, for me, at least); we’d both agreed to help a friend out by being models for photo reference she needed for paintings, and so met her and her boyfriend at some park, posing and feeling self-conscious at some park with all of these things left unsaid just hanging around us.
Of all the photos taken that day, this was the one that our friend loved, and used as inspiration for a particular painting. She pinned it to her wall as she worked, and would turn to look at it every now and then, studying details and translating them in her head so that she knew where to put the brush next. All of this happened as Tina and I fell from friends into notfriends, and it was a weird feeling every time I visited the friend’s studio and this photo was staring out at me, making a face, blowing smoke towards me.
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