I cut this picture out of a magazine years ago. It fascinated me. The girl looks like a spirit; an innocent unbridled vortex, the maker of the storm - but completely unaware. It's almost unhuman. Beautiful, slightly spooky.
Last night we watched a short documentary about art in the 21st century. One of the artist they profiled was Sally Mann, a photographer who works out of her home in Virginia. She fascinated me as well. Her quirks were something mental and even added a new dimension to her work. She seemed on the verge of sanity. Her children were often the subjects of her work. Now they are grown and their perspective on their mom is equally interesting. I have a respect for real artists. Whatever I've defined as a "real artist" in my head, she fits the bill. It's an eccentricity, a vision, and a priority. In rare moments I consider myself an artist. But I am not a walking channel like Mann. It's inspirational and fascinating.
When this picture came up, I was reminded of my obsession with it back in school. I had no idea who she was then, and I didn't know what she was about. Now that I know this picture is her work, it has reawakened my interest.