Portraits, the capturing of a likeness and spirit of a person has been a pursuit for thousands of years. Paintings of gods in Egypt and Greece, to portrait paintings of royalty and aristocrats, to the unabashedly narcissistic selfie of today.
Capturing portraits come with their own set of hurdles that vary with each session and artist. Some walk into a photo studio with the same eagerness as a proctology exam – others are out to just have fun and get an interesting shot!
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound.
Sometimes the session is solely the artist and myself, while other times a whole entourage come in tow. I never know exactly how the session will go but at the end of the day, I have captured some photographic interpretation of the artist.
A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.
When you photograph a face . . .you photograph the soul behind it.