The last bit of thinking I had on this work in progress used the words miscommunication and understood. If someone does not understand you, most likely you have not been clear. As this work is coming into focus so is my motivation and intention.
I was watching some program on New York history when it finally dawned on me. The post World War 2 New York forged an art movement that changed the course of history. Its pantheon was so full of artists that served as a constant source of inspiration. I have always been impressed by the elegance and taste that it standardized. It has been a world that I not only wanted to know about, it was a world I wanted to be a part of.
I have always been transfixed by the work of Avedon and found myself feverishly turning the pages of his photo books. His handling of models and their narrative still remains unmatched. The New York that Berenice Abbott saw was one that quelled any anxiety or pain in my life. Her vision always reminded me why I am here. And Basquiat... he cemented the swagger a New York artist was to have.
What started out as tired way of going about things that did not have a clear point has presented an opportunity to better understand myself. What I have been so impressed by has shaped the way I have wanted to see the world and now how I do see the world. I find it a bit uncanny that Emilia looks like a Twiggy or a model of 60's London that may have dated Jagger.