I am calling it "table top photography", but everyone knows its a disgusting little habit, possibly a step away from dressing ones dogs in costumes and forcing acquaintances to join in cooing compliments with a straight face. How can I ever expect to be taken seriously? I have excuses, something about mindless activity freeing the mind, something about the need to catalogue these odd items for a time when I will not be able to hold on to them. An artist is more easily accepted for heroin use or heavy drinking, I am absolutely certain of this fact. Here are examples of the beginning stages, test photos, while I am building little sets and buying Re-ment and whatever else, these are pretty much practice.
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