The title has come to this with a little help from a Mexican friend. I needed her imput because the subject of this portrait would sure give me a bitching if I used her widespread language improperly. Not sure if I did it right but at least now I can blame someone else.
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Okay, the little story that goes with the portrait. We were waiting for the bus out of Berlin, to Hamburg. It was midsummer, too hot to put in words, she had just gotten rid of her haste, after a busy weekend, by reaching the busstation on time leaving a small hour to catch up. Which was also short because I’d rather hang out with this hermosa for hours and days and weeks and stuff, but that on the side. In this short hour we got sushi, our usual communication problems, quality time, sunlight and the joy of being in eachothers’ presence on a brick wall that resembled a plant trough of which it’s content had become a symbol of faded glory. It was full of weeds yet on the flipside it could be said that nature had taken over, it has been said that I am an optimist.
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Anyhow. Aware of the growing urge to paint portraits I asked her if I could take a picture of her. She went shy, a feeling that I can understand since it resulted in a stereotypical romantic setting of a young man with crappy-ass analog Pentax taking a photo of a very elegant young lady, and thus I went shy as well. The picture ended up very good and I won’t start rambling about the beautifull light and all because I do that all the time. The only thing there was is that I totally forgot which film I used to get this result. It could be some film that makes soft colors but it could as well be a film that I deliberately put on right in the sunlight to mess it slightly up. Who knows.
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In the end I finished the last sushi and we walked to the bus. We hugged, threw her luggage in, hugged again and our hour was over. When I showed her the picture, I can recall her saying that she went a bit shy, this time I didn’t.
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I decided to make it in oil paint
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Not for sale