I never really got photographers who had to control everything from light to grain on TriX. I just slept-walked through it. Most professions have rituals I just don’t get. My brain refuses to conceed that what they do is important. But it has to be. Because they do it. And they do it. And they do it. The lose yourself to your restraints is one thing. So I added the suggestion of a luminocity which could symbolize an outward thrust or bursting versus the things that tie us down. Like the couch. A couch cannot tie you down. But the couch here has a pattern that suggests an unpretentiousness that might or might not be real. I went through a dozen different covering for the couch because I wanted you to see it without seeing it. It’s just a couch but its accouterment is warm, and it is the bondage that is calculated and not complacent. If I take on this paradigm, I will never get anything done. It takes so much time to create a set that can be employed as background I would be limited to one photograph a day. These kind of guys (they are very nice people) get ahold of me and want me to come to their house (frequently, they have their own studio, not that they use it) and take photographs that are supposed to reflect something about their lives. It is the couch that is far more real in their lives than the camouflage of duck tape.