For some time, I had wanted to shoot a portrait of my wife, Leigh Beatty, working in her print-making studio in our basement. It’s a place of equal and endless interest for me and for our cats, who always lurk outside her door when she’s working, ready bolt in and flop on the floor at the slightest opportunity. They aren’t allowed in. I don’t go in, either, except for occasional trips to a storage closet in her space that holds winter clothing. Or when she’s working and I need to talk about something. But the visits are strictly needs-based and furtive.
What is Style?
A lot of photography commentary contemplates the theme of achieving your own photographic style. The zenith for photography pundits is to have your style instantly recognizable owing to the uniqueness or consistency of presentation you’ve achieved. Boring.