The young Neil Marbell: documentary photographer.
Writer first, then documentary photographer. Ok, student first, then writer. Then documentary photographer.
Document everything. Keep a journal, take pictures. Let them know. Let them know you were here.
"This is where we are. This is what we see. And this (a broad wide-armed gesture across and around his studio) is what we think and do about it."
He’s talking to a group of like-minded friends, and they’re trying to decide whether to form a collective (fuck, yeah!), and what to call it. Someone suggests "Project Counter Point."
(Deena smiles. She knows Neil is full of himself - his horn-rimmed glasses, his tight white t-shirt, his rumpled hair, his permanently pained look of exploration and expression. But he’s also smart, and he clearly adores her. And there isn’t a mean bone in his body. Plenty of pompous ones, but none that would ever hurt her, none that would ever betray her trust.)
And a motto. Neil opens his notebook:
Add light, make a shadow.
More light, more shadow.
Move the light, move the shadow.
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