The Price of Fame

The Price of Fame

I am going to have to remove a body part, there is nothing else to be done. I have been doing this artistic thing for a great many years now and I am still not famous; so something has to go or I have to die, tragically. I have not made up my mind which part I shall detach and I don’t want to do anything rash, but an ear seems to be the traditional choice. There are people out there who have suggested another part, but they are ex-girlfriends, a sister and a silly friend who lives voluntarily in King Williams Town, none of whom I shall credit.

Some may argue that Van Gogh, the “go to” man regarding such endeavours, was spectacularly unsuccessful in his pursuit of recognition through mutilation while he was still alive, but then his did not seem to be a venture of quiet reflection. I mean really, what kind of a marketing plan has you handing the disembodied bits to a brothel maid? Also he did not have the internet and Facebook, they would have made all the difference. A couple of before and after shots, maybe a during shot and he might have even been able to make the hooker thing work.

Now with humanity being what it is today I do run the risk of the flash overshadowing the substance, so I will be walking a tightrope here and if it fails I may have to fall back on the tragic death strategy. That in itself carries risks, I could end up the “idiot photographer that cut off his kneecap and then killed himself swallowing his camera body”. What may very well lessen the trauma to my body is if you all share this and the attached picture – a lot.

Alpaca portrait

The Price of Fame