A few years ago I made something of a hobby of doing goth-style portraits of all my friends. Some of them inevitably came out cheesy, but those that didn't? I treasure them. I did at least one or two a month for most of the time I lived in Seattle, and made little postcard-sized prints which I mailed to friends. Bug is the curator of most of my prints from that era, which were rescued from a gallery owner in Vancouver when I failed to collect them after they'd been shown for a month or two. It is my only work to date that's gotten any fine art showing, and my infant career as a fine artist was doing pretty well before I left Seattle, excepting the fact I never actually sold anything. I still haven't sold anything.

Anyway.

There was one print that was almost good, except for this pesky problem of a horribly inadequate prop. Justin (who is way too cool to have a home page) posed for me as a fallen angel, but the wings I had were just too silly. I spent most of last night scanning feathers to correct the problem. I'm still working on it.