So we’re there, its been a long and rocky road, we sprained our ankle and got lost (we’re still lost actually) I don’t really write anything of any quality anymore but I take more photos…I don’t do any art. So I can either pay for another year or set up a new blog called Manchester’s photographic son.
Past record shows that the minute I cough up for Manchester’s photographic son I’ll lose interest in photo and start printmaking or cross stitching or something. That’s my style. I never do anything long enough to make any money at it.
So whats in year two for MAS?
More photo – more Model Mayhem shoots, more beautiful models.
More writing? Yes, I hope so, and better writing. Probably more poetry than prose. My Masters finishes pretty soon, the taught section at least, and next month we;ll have Cutaway Magazine tied up pretty much. I’m thinking of putting together a coffee table book of beautiful portraits, but I’m a bit of a way off yet. I might get into a bit of self publishing with the old poetry and stories too and sell a few copies through the blog.
But for now, its balloons, cheese and tinned pineapple on sticks and cheap white wine. Manchester’s Artistic Son, a year old. My next post might be some highlights, or it might not, I haven’t decided.
BTW if anyone wants to buy a compact 35mm camera I have about 5 left and I’ll post them to your if you paypal me £3 (in UK) they’re just gathering dust here. Email me.