I wrote about expectations before, and how they tend to twist and surprise the artist. This happened with my first (and only!
) Daily Deviation: A photo I judged not good enough by itself, and submitted to the stock folder.
In some way, something very similar happened to a couple of images of an angel statue (that I, prosaically, titled "Cemetery angel 1" and "Cemetery angel 2") I took some years ago: They are not DD's, but, even though I sentenced them to the stock folder too, little by little, they are among the most faved and praised of my gallery.
I now all the merit is hers (well, the sculptor's...): I just framed without much personality and shooted... And I'm completely happy of they to be used to bring forth beautiful photomanipulations from other deviants (take a look to the links in the original photos' comments, if you want).
But I felt I hadn't been fair enough to her, that she deserved more from me, in the way other fellow artists had been.
And I came back to her...
I live long away from Oviedo; I travel there once or twice a year to see my wife's family, and last year I had no vacations to do it. But this past Christmas I managed to have a nice photoshoot with my new muse, just like I did back in 2014 with another old acquaintance of mine: The Exterminating Angel from Comillas cemetery.
I had to go to her twice, because the first time she was strongly backlit, and took about thirty photos, posing them not as stock or statue photos, but as portraits of a woman, getting closer, whispering gently to her, admiring her well balanced stance.
It's curious how most of deviants comentators, and now even me, refer to it as "her": Angels are supposed to be and be represented genderless, but, taking a closer look, we'll notice, under the folds of her tunic, a young, slender, woman's hips and a small breast, the other hidden under some roses held against the chest by her right hand. Even her left foot, uncovered by now dead winds far beyond our perception, looks small and feminine. Compare her, if you please, with the sinewy, sword wielding angel shown above this paragraph.
Only the expression of her fine face is not of this world: Cold, empty, totally devoid of human emotions. Just as a true angel's visage should be!
After a painful but fast selection process, a new couple of photos were chosen to be my small homage to her stony cold classical beauty.
I've promised myself to never come back to San Salvador cemetery with my camera.
...but I know I'm fooling myself.