Oil on Canvas 9.5 x 12 in (24 x 30 cm)
One works from photos these days, photos or the memories of photos, one's own and others'. Even with all the unemployment everywhere, the vocation of model is not in vogue; and the independent artist who is not famous is as likely to set eyes on one as on an albino snail, or even a hobgoblin. What is lost (besides a possibly pleasant relationship) in this dependence on a double two-dimensionality, I wonder? Or gained (apart from convenience, and less expense)?