The Merchant of Venice. Act 2 scene 8 in which Solanio mocks Shylock’s Lament. Shylock stands on the dock watching his daughter sail away with her lover and his “two sealed bags of gold.” At this moment, Shakespeare shows us a tragic character learning the true balance of his love for money and his love for his daughter.
I’m having one of those “Shylock” moments. My photo projects are successful beyond what I could have imaged when I lost my state funded budget with DDD backin Septemer. Every Sunday I do portraits of Newark based artists, writers and performers. This will culminate on a 15 to 25 piece show sometime in the next year. I am doing documentary photos for the Newark Fire Department of the obstacle course/sculpture garden that they build every year for the April Disaster Drills. I’m doing portraits of members of the LGBT community in the fashion industry in NYC. I have three shows coming up. Yeah, I’m struggling to pay rent on time. It’s a tough act to balance ink, paper and food, but things are fantastic. I’m more productive than any time in the last three years. I love this work and I love the work I am producing.
I had an interview last week, and I’m afraid someone is going to offer me a job. It’s a pretty good job and if they actually offer, I will actually have to take it. I have a “sixties” definition of the “social contract”, right out of Rousseau and Locke. I pay into the New Jersey unemployment fund. When I’m out of work, The State of New Jersey pays me back some on the condition that I report my status every week, search for work, and take it if I can get it. I never should have read David Hume. I never should have out grown Ayn Rand.
This is this week’s photo shoot: