Two Experimental Portraits of my Wife

Rob MacKillop

Edinburgh Correspondent
I got released from the hospital yesterday evening, which is wonderful, but with a bag full of pills, and orders to relax. I wanted to do a portrait of my poor wife, my hero, who has been stressed beyond belief recently in coping with my illness. She agreed to a 'no-make-up' shot, which I said I intended to experiment with by emulating the subdued tones of the Danish painter, Vilhelm Hammershøi, who we both admire. I completely failed in that regard! But, as usual, I wandered off down trails I hadn't explored before. We are not sure what to make of these, so don't feel you have to say something nice, but they do reveal 'somethings' I recognise, and are in a very humble way heroic. The techniques used are far less interesting to me than the humanity behind the image wall.


Susan 01a.jpg


Susan 02a.jpg
 
It amazes me how the real world always manages to emerge even in a virtual space, sometimes it does so forcefully by knocking down walls with a sledgehammer, other times it creeps through the invisible cracks in the wall like a delicate humoral seepage.

These are very delicate photographs, Rob, which show all your and your lady's sensitivity and which you will both cherish for years to come.

I think the reference included in the title – experimental – is appropriate, not so much in reference to the Danish painter, but as proof that one can break the barriers between virtual and real without getting hurt and without hurting anyone. Quite the contrary.
 
but they do reveal 'somethings' I recognise, and are in a very humble way heroic. The techniques used are far less interesting to me than the humanity behind the image wall.
For me the the words "heroic" and "humanity" describe these portraits perfectly. Where would we be without the myriad acts, both small and large, of heroism and humanity of the women who support us or who raised us...?
 
Thanks for your thoughtful comments, gentlemen. This has been a trying time for our family, and it’s really hard to find a way to express that in photography. The playful images from my hospital room a few days ago were just that, playful. But coming home and reflecting on the experience made me wonder if I could say something with more feeling, more humane, when I don’t really have the control I would like over the medium. But these images come close. Yes, I was the one who was ill, but Susan…I can’t complete this sentence. It’s all there in the photos.

Sorry, Beth. It’s not about preferences, colours or being ‘lovely’, but thanks nonetheless for your comment. Appreciated.
 
Nice images.

She looks tired.

Take good care of her and yourself.
 
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