"I don't trust you photographers!" I wanted to make a portrait of the etcher's face. "No. I don't want you taking a picture of my face." I knew him from my brief stint of selling on the street. "And don't use my name either."
I like him very much. He rails against everything.
What if I take a picture of your hand, I ask.
My hand! Why would anyone want a picture of my hand! You must be an idiot or something similar to an idiot.
Your hand, I say, has a lot of character. You do all your etching with it. Pressing into hard metal.
And again he says, "I don't trust you photographers. I know you. You say you'll take a picture of my hand, but you'll take a picture of my face."
At which point I tell him to put his hand out - and I take a picture of it and show it to him in the LCD.
Hmm, he says. That could be good. And he begins to rub his fingers together as if he's feeling money coming in.
I want a percentage. 50-50.
Oh, I say, you can have 150% of it.
You photographers, ah - you are all born liars. But that picture - that is okay. Maybe I can use it to do an etching...