The Artist? Or Maybe They’re Not!

Taken for the artist, this is a black and white edit of a picture of me kneeling naked, with nipple clamps, hands resting, palm up on each knee, and a set of rubber lips holding my mouth open.

The funny thing about modelling is that you’re at the mercy of a photographer. While I have things in place for before, during and after, we can’t always guarantee that the tog, or the artist, is going to keep their side of the bargain post shoot.

The vast majority of photographers I’ve worked with are amazing. Usually prompt to turn around the images in their camera, but if this isn’t possible then communication is open. It’s easier to work out who the good ones are if you use a site like PurplePort. A site where creatives display their references with pride (usually) and network with their peers. Occasionally you meet someone who is not quite what you think. And when my hackles go up I will happily make a dash in the opposite direction.

However, my guard must have been down when I started planning Art Week for February Photo Fest. I spoke with the artist in question and plotted a remote shoot for last November- a couple of days before I met Stutographer. They would then turn some of our pictures into paintings.

So, the shoot was interesting.

Similar to other experiences with this kind of photography. Me creating different postures with a selection of props, all in front of a camera. I didn’t do anything that made me feel uncomfortable, and I also learnt a few things. They said it would be a few weeks, which I understood because actually, art takes time!

I received a digitally enhanced close up of my face and mouth while unwell with covid. That it was not what we had discussed was disappointing, and so I emailed back my frustrations.

With no response I waited.

Actually, it’s more that I slept through until the new year but patience sounds better. When a follow up email went unanswered I decided to leave a negative reference on Purpleport. Now that got a response! I was told they’d not heard from me and scrapped the project as a result. But that they would restart again ASAP. Two weeks later they contacted me again, this time they had been unwell, but wondered if I’d like to do another shoot with them.

And so, seven months later, I’m still waiting to see what this artist has created.

No, that’s not true.

I’m resigned to the fact that those pictures were more than likely for a wank bank. In fact, I’d almost forgotten about the images until I was scrolling through this evening. Looking for another image, instead stumbling across these pictures I’d not have been worried about if it were for my own kink. What’s more, I have a shoot lined up for next week, with a man I’ve worked with before. I love his style, and think the poses I used with the artist will suit DarkLion’s style.

Looking back I see how much I love the pictures I created with the artist.

And so, while it’s a shame that the (perceived) purpose of our shoot never materialised, it hasn’t been a complete loss. I never work to higher levels than I am completely comfortable doing, and when the work is remote this feels even more important. I have got some great pictures to share with you over time.

Who knows…

Maybe one day you’ll get to see the painting I’ve been promised.

Or perhaps you’ll have to enjoy the snaps instead.

Every Damn Day in June
Monochromerotic

While The Artist documents an experience that wasn’t quite what I’d planned, this is the exception rather than the rule for my time modelling. Would you like to see an occasion where things didn’t go as planned, but in the best possible way? Kicking Out In Heels was a shoot where nature had plans that didn’t involve photoshoots!

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