Posthumous Photography

I'm working toward a deadline.  My series is going to have its own showing, and the date is near.  I must finish up and finalize what I want to show.  But it is difficult--of course.  The old Polaroid is increasingly hard to work with as the dyes shift and fade and the developer dries, so each time I shoot with it, I have to figure out new ways to manipulate it in post.  And--of course--each time I learn a new thing, I think I must go back to the pictures I've already made and tweak them.  I don't have time.  If only I would be given a reprieve of time. If only Polaroid would come to me and say, "We like what you're doing kid.  Most people don't know this, but we are running small batches of 669 just for people like you.  Don't worry.  We'll keep you supplied."  I am an infant, I know, but this fantasy keeps coming to me over and over and over.

You will be able to see the show online, and as the date approaches, I will supply you with the information.  But truly, you should see the 35"x26" prints.  Matted and framed.  They are something.  I will try as soon as this is all finished to get a gallery to exhibit them.

But I've spent too much time with them, and now I let my imagination run wild.  I am quoted on another site as saying that I shoot posthumously, that I imagine somebody finding these when I'm dead and saying, "Shoot posthumously. That is what I think when I make pictures now.  I think one day when I’m dead someone will see them and say, “Look at this crazy shit.”'

That's a hell of a thing to work for.  Posthumous Photography.  They say that all the models look corpse-like in the pictures.  Maybe that is what I'll call the show.  "Posthumous Photography: The Extant Work of a Living Photographer."

Yes, yes.  And other pretentious things.