Jun 20, 2010
“So, there’s going to be barbed wire underneath me, just in case I fall, right?” my model asks.
I blink. Several seconds go by in befuddled silence. Perched in the makeshift suspension rig a few feet above my studio floor, I stare down at the metal plating below. My imagination takes hold, envisioning a vicious net of barbed wire beneath where my model will be hanging. No, no I couldn’t possibly have heard what I thought I just heard.
“Uh, no?” I stammer, almost at a complete loss for words. “Um, uh. NO. We won’t be doing that.”