Sometimes, my fingers itch.
It happens when I haven’t done any writing, taken photos, or generally, done anything creative in a while.
When the itch starts, I have to scratch, otherwise, I get out of sorts. And that’s the background to this post: I was scratching the itch.
This image is an old one (which is why it’s watermarked with my old website address, which has long been transitioned into a writing website. Plus, I couldn’t be bothered to find the original image. For all I know, it’s among the 3K or so I cull every annually. But, as usual, I digress).
I wanted to put up some food recipes, but I also wanted to do the post justice, and I was running out of time, so I decided to ditch the recipes, which brings me to this photo.
It was taken in Convent Garden a few years ago. At the time, I really didn’t know what to make of it (the guy that is).
I mean, it takes a lot for someone to douse themselves in specialist gold paint (or whatever the guy used), so they can be suspended for a whole day in such an uncomfortable position.
What do you think?: desperation or enterprising chutzpah?
The photo is a bit dark, probably because I was messing around with some rubbish filters. But I remain convinced that in a few years from now, this will be declared a masterpiece in photography editing 🙂