I love this crotchety broad.
I saw her painting was pretty effing cool and while I LOVE photographing people ‘from the hip,’ I wanted to include her painting.
While my degree might be from the mid-17th century, I learnt having your shite used by others when a SIMPLE ‘Yo, can I…’ would have ALWAYS garnered a ‘sure?’ It’s polite to ask–particularly since this ain’t Jackson Square with all the hippies slinging oil.
There was just this lady and she was working on one piece. I’m not entirely sure she had permission to be there.
When I asked, she didn’t turn her head but rasped, ‘No time to talk.’ I took that as Yes.