You like rule breakers? Well, I am breaking two of my rules today. The fourth post in a row. And a RAPS reveal before the shrine has been received by the person it was intended for. Well, Guylty doesn’t break rules for the sake of breaking them. She has
reasons excuses. RAPS reveals always cheer me up, somehow – it makes me feel really good sharing them with you. Funny, that kind of trust and willingness to share my creative work does not apply to my photography which I self-consciously and protectively guard – for fear of being criticized for it? Lately I have been feeling rather tired and achy, and the prospect of travelling back to Germany soon, the first time after my father’s death, does somehow not fill me with the happy anticipation it used to. In fact I dread it. The long time in the summer and the frequent difficult phone calls with my mother have left bad associations with “home”. Sorry, that’s all very needy and soppy and TMI. Snap out of it, Guylty!
Someone else has been feeling a bit down lately. Lovely Herba of German-language Unkraut vergeht nicht-Blog needs a bit of love, too. I’d like to dedicate this post to her – but I am not even sure whether she will be uplifted by it or brought down. You see, Herba was unbelievably nice to me earlier this year. She surprised me with a wonderful gift – she sent me one of the gold coins that were used for decoration at the European THDOS premiere in Berlin. Her gesture did more than just brighten one dull January morning. It set the bar. I remember thinking at the time how generous I found her gift. Herba and I had missed each other at the event (that would definitely have been *the* occasion to wear a fandom identifier…). And despite knowing each other as fandom members we were not necessarily close fandom friends. And yet she reached out and decided to give me one of the precious souvenirs she had picked up from the red carpet post-premiere. My self-centred, greedy little mind was reeling. Someone giving away a coveted keepsake. With no expectation or request for returning the gesture. What a lovely idea.
Of course I wanted to somehow return the favour, but I never did. Until I had an idea later this summer. Herba won one of the Crucible posters in my raffle, and I decided to add a little extra to the shipment. Something personal. You probably have put 2 and 2 together by now – I made the first Proctor RAPS for Herba. And you know the real bummer? It appears as if the shipment has gotten lost. Four weeks after sending it on the 23rd of September, it has yet not been received by her. I think we need to look the grim reality in the eye. It has been lost. Or stolen by a Armitage admirer in the ranks of the international postal services???
Who would have thought?! And that’s why this is a bittersweet present. Herba doesn’t even know that a RAPS was coming for her unless my increasingly impatient enquiries about receiving the “poster” raised her suspicion. Well, now she does – and yet the RAPS is out of reach. This is what she is missing. Damn, I am really rubbing it in, amn’t I? Sorry! Look, Proctor is also really annoyed that the little tin has been nicked. This is one of the tins from Mimi’s stash of mini mint tins. I thought this was perfect for Proctor, the sinner, looking for atonement from the adultery.
The play was pretty dark, so Proctor had to be placed on a dark background. But I gave him some soft feathers. Well, ok, maybe that was also because the Proctor skin seems to demand a soothing and soft touch…
If you can avert your gaze from the Armitage beak
or the stragglers of the Armpitage hair… ooopsi for a moment, you will see Proctor transformed back into Armitage in the bottom part of the RAPSi. This is where Herba came in – I used her photo of the Old Vic as the background, as a little souvenir from her own visit to the theatre. And of course Mr A and his big heart had to be included.
I guess I am going to have to recreate this somehow. Good thing that I always take pictures of my work. I only need to find another of these darling little tins. So Herba – hope this doesn’t make you feel worse. This was just the practice run.