The sort of, semi, bi-weekly nude

Writing something every week is hard. I may have to change the name of this blog.

I have so much going on that I just can’t find the time to sit down and write something meaningful. There’s new work to shoot, photos to finish, and then the roof leaks too.

It’s a small, but annoying leak. It slowly drips into the kitchen. It’s been a battle to find where it enters the house. A couple of weeks ago, we found the drip into the attic and put a pan under it. No more drips in the kitchen. But, where is it getting through the roof?

Not where it is dripping. So we patched a line along the gutter. Nope, that didn’t stop it. Then maybe a couple of shingles up high near the chimney were the problem. Nope, not that either. Turns out it’s the neighbor’s wall. Water runs down it and gets directed onto our roof and then there is a tiny hole and it manages to get under the flashing and it’s wet and soggy.

After today, there is a gallon of roof patching compound spread all over the probable leak. We’ll see.

Anyway, this week there are 2 new photos to make up for the lack of photos last week.


Line Reprised

The Line images seemed to be the crowd favorite at fotofever. What should I do? I know. Make some more.

I’m going to start with existing negatives and files. Sometimes it is surprising what you can find in previously passed over images. Then I’ll shoot some new work.

Here’s the first image.

More to come in the weeks ahead.

Art is dead, long live merch

It’s good to be home. Got back from Paris a couple of days ago and just about back on California time. It’s nice to be home where dinner is easy, there’s no traffic noise at night, and the bed smells like me.

60 postcards, 2 t-shirts, 0 prints. That’s the sales tally.

The postcard results are impressive and the markup on postcards is phenomenal. Good thing I have so many. But one can’t live on postcards alone. The sales did buy a bottle of wine for the table each evening. I guess that’s a success.

So why, no prints. Maybe French people don’t have walls. Or at least no flat walls. Maybe they all live in ultra-modern apartments with curving walls and soaring ceilings and no place to hang a print. Like the circular airport terminal. Or maybe they’re advanced and do everything, including art appreciation, electronically.

They certainly enjoy taking the art home. There was a continuous stream of people taking photos of the photos. Every couple of minutes someone was taking a picture. Hundreds of people took home a photo of a photo.

Here’s a selection of the images. I like it when you can see the photos on the screens of their phones.

There were a couple of fun incidents: A ten-year old boy whose parents shielded him from seeing my wall as they walked by, sneaked back for a look when they weren’t paying attention. And then there was the 50ish woman pushing an 80ish woman in a wheelchair, who exclaimed, “Look Mom, a butt!” as they approached. Then they wheeled over for a close up look.

They said that in French by the way. I’m so proud that I understood. That’s one thing that was a success on this trip, my knowledge of French words for body parts has improved enormously.

All packed and ready to go

Prints are going as hand luggage, frames are going as checked baggage. Plan to put it back together when I get there. The shipping cost estimate was astronomical. I guess there’s no such thing as ground shipping to Europe, so everything goes by air and is priced accordingly.

Prints, mats, and acrylic fit in the sturdy Fiberbuilt portfolio cases I have leftover from the 80s and just barely come in under the carry on luggage specification. The weight is the tightest.

We have a couple days on the Normandy coast before the show to get over jet lag and convert to Paris time. I’ve already started to convert. Woke up at 4am this morning, noon Paris time. Still if previous trips are a guide, it will take me about a week to get used to the time change–just in time to come home and do it again.

I’m planning on shooting some photos on the coast. The model isn’t so sure. She says, “It’s November!” So maybe not. Or maybe everything will be under multiple layers of sweaters.

I’m going to show 12 prints like this. This venue has some colored walls. That would be nice.

The bottom row is a little low, people will have to stoop to take photos of the photos. At least, their butts will stick out nicely for my new series of work.

Hope to see you there. Free passes are available.

fotofever Paris 2018

Going to Paris. France, not Texas.

fotofever Paris 2018. November 8-11, 2018.

Not sure what language is used in the name and the capitalization and spacing is decidedly non-standard. I think it’s sort of like old computer manuals from Japan. The words were English, but the grammar was usually something else. And the meaning, well, that required guess work.

I’ll be showing some images from Torso, Legs, Line, and Marble. Sadly the Portrait of America images are not going. Do you know how much it costs to ship a full size image to Paris? Just about the same as sending me.

This is the Legs image in the program.

But seeing how this show is in liberal France, maybe I should show this image instead.

Even the big name show, Paris Photo, has a section this year of Erotic Art. Although looking through the preview images, the most erotic image in that show is the one of the pear. It looks like the image above.

I suspect I’ll hear some comments like, “Les plus belles jambes!” and “J’aimerais avoir un cul comme ca.”

If they try to speak to me in French, they’re in for a real treat. I speak French in the same way those Japanese computer manuals speak English. My fluent family members find it hilarious. And still they don’t help. Feel free to correct my French or laugh, that’s what everyone else does.

Take home a memory

Attend an art show. Take photos of the photos. Take home a memory. Or you could, you know, buy the art and take it home.

Here’s a closeup of what’s she’s intent on photographing:

The Weekly Nude is now on Instagram @hammel.thomas. It will be interesting to see how long it takes me to offend the Internet censors.

Yosemite

Last week we traveled to Yosemite National Park to shoot work for my planned book on the National Parks.

What do you think of when you think of Yosemite? Soaring granite cliffs and spectacular water falls? Here you go. A waterfall on the Tuolumne River where it passes between its granite banks.

It wasn’t the most successful trip. We got a wickedly bad cold and felt miserable the whole time. Not much success with the photography. Came home early and spent a couple days doing nothing. We’ll probably go back in the spring and try again.

But if you’re into landscapes, here’s a pretty good image. I shot this at Lukens Lake as the model was working her way around to the other side. Unfortunately by the time she got there, the sun had risen high enough that the reflections were gone.

Remember the Photo Independent fair is this coming weekend in LA. Hope to see you there.

Photo Independent 2018 — Los Angeles

Enough with the Zine Fests. I’m doing a real art show. Photo Independent 2018 in Los Angeles. October 5-7, 2018 at The Reef in downtown LA.

I didn’t think LA had a downtown, but I was there a couple of years ago and it’s small but downtownish.

Billed as the the art fair for photographers to bypass the galleries. Sounds like a good idea.

I have a 4′ x 8′ booth. Not that much space, but it will allow me to control my own space and display and sell whatever I want.

Here’s the draft hanging plan. That’s Shaly and Zeras of Portrait of America on the end walls and a collection of 10 other prints selected from Torso, Legs, Line, Dune, and Marble on the main wall.

No gallery commission, so prices are cheap. They normally take half of the retail price. Better come early, it will probably all sell in minutes and then I’ll have to hang replacement prints.

(Two weeks in a row, blog published on schedule. Shocking!)

Nothing happens if you stay at home

A couple of weeks ago a wise man told me “Nothing happens if you stay at home.”. That’s the rationale for spending money to prepare for and mount shows and go out and deal with the public.

We went to the Bay Area Anarchists Book Fair yesterday. Sometimes, nothing much happens when you go out either. Here are my gross earnings for the day.

It was late in the afternoon (There’s nothing like a whole morning of absolutely no interest to sap your ego.) and finally a young woman spent a while studying the postcards. There were a few she liked, but she was trying to narrow it down to one. I suggested she could get more than one, but apparently that wasn’t going to happen. She asked if I had any postcards that were more explicit like the books, because she would have preferred that, but I had to tell her that the postcard printer had rules. In the end she picked the Legs postcard and counted out the change shown above.

I felt bad. Did I take her last $2.00? It sure felt like it. I gave her a second postcard, probably should have given her more.

I should send her a print of this Legs image.

More Legs

Legs, legs, and more legs. I’m slowly moving through the images, selecting the best, and finishing them. Last week I selected ten images to include in the Legs sample book.

The SF Zine Fest and the Bay Area Anarchist Book Fair are coming up soon and I want to get the Legs book finished and printed in time. Only 5 weeks to go. That means I’m in a rush, as usual. No time to spare.

But the opportunity to shoot new work arose and I took it. Hey, there’s a nude model, gotta do some work.

So there are new images and I got distracted from finishing the selected ten and worked on this one instead. It’s a little goofy, as the Legs series is supposed to be. I see it as a couple of flowers sprouting from a vase.